So I guess I’ll continue to give the poetry a shot. I’ve honestly been too preoccupied to write much of anything lately, which is in no way a suitable excuse but there ya go. I wrote this poem short after my uncle, who was sort of a father figure for me, passed away a couple of years ago. I tried experimenting with different poem structures. My favorite thing about this one was that it could be read three different ways. Just for some context, my uncle was an award-winning photographer and he sort of helped keep our family together, so his death really shook things up for us. I left this poem untitled.
I hope you like it and, as always, I appreciate any feedback!
| My home, now in shambles. Filled with a yesterday and teary faces. Unmade unimpressed depressed words reverb. Oh uncle, rests with us. |
Not too long ago. His empty room, ghostly memories and ephemeral whispers, His bed, his jackets, his camera, gone. In our heads, the photographer, no more. |
mack rogers writes 