during a quiet picnic
Silhouette painter
tries to catch ocean’s beauty
within too small frame.
How silly are we poets,
trying to speak beyond words.
I am older than
anyone could imagine,
older than body
sitting in shade of maple,
feeling the breezes of time.
Corpses can’t contain
complexities of humans,
neither words written,
or the count of syllables,
lives extending beyond death.
~ Wry Welwood
23rd of July 2021
written in response to Christina M. Ward’s short-form prompt:
“I am older than…”. Link here and write your own response.
Thanks to Samantha Lazar.