Sounds of Mourning
Call it prayer
Or a longing
Beginning again
Saturday morning
Clocks tick
A pendulum sways
In rhythm
Like my long lost granny's heart
Birds sing
A flag wrestles with a gentle breeze
Lavender blossoms
On newly awakened branches
My soul senses losses
Of loved ones, friends, and strangers
Posted on Facebook pages
An empty chair rocks
Back, and forth
Upon my front porch
Sleeping dogs breath silent
Upon a warm bed
Dreaming
My mind grasps for meaning
Amid chaos of man's doing
Of thundering cannons
Blaring
Cries on shattered streets
Of death, and a reckoning
While she sleeps
From a night of drinking
I see a mourning dove take flight
Through a window
I hear rumblings
Of a new day beginning
Out on a highway
Not far from my home
I long for moments like these
Sweet inspiration
While I mourn her passing
Oh these sounds of mourning
Haunt me like a storm.
D.A. Wittler 5/7/22
