A Life Lived 

The day never quite ends behind closed eyes
piped in air whispers day and night,
there’s never quite enough of morning
and somehow evening lingers long and heavy
on the thoughts of man. 

Years written like the pages of a script
told in 8mm images without sound,
life seen in the reflection behind eyelids,
unspoken, well-kept truths
ringing out loud and clear.

Where is it written that this is how it ends? 
There isn’t enough time in a day
to finish the book, and it’s not over yet,
and there will be flowers on the boardwalk
for years to come. 



september 2007
Janet Reid







Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Sept 13 - 19, 2007