Poetry

MARTHA PAYNE

The rocks do not know your name any longer

like the sound of fleeing feet.

Dear Martha Payne from a year ago

I sought your face in the ray of the future sun,

nothing shone in your eyes like death

piercing the wind that called from afar.

Dear Martha Payne from a year below

I miss your smile, love and dance under the wine.

It leaves me a page blank to the memories I cannot stare

some are with age

a timeless story for muddled waters.

It bears the name of my tears

sometimes it carries my blood too.

Dear Martha Payne from today

your eyes shall hall the pain in a sea of tears

for the part you ripped out with my name,

I forgive your absence if you choose to die me name.

I wouldn’t want for your joy to be like Martha Payne.

5/7/17

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