Morning after that party we knew it was over
drunken dances so strange.
A tree gives glory by being a tree
without asking is anything in it for me.
A Playboy mires in vain pursuit of self-glory
without knowing the dignity of transcendence into wisdom.
Mom said he’s embarrassed himself enough this time
does he even remember?

Years later, I drove him to
the Christian home, no one else
would, dementia onset, but he remembered
he couldn’t hear, but he heard
when that song came on the
radio so clear through time itself.

Reena’s Xploration Prompt Challenge #188

4 responses to “Devil”

  1. Lovely portrayal of the story! The white space you left in between is to be filled in by the reader’s imagination.

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    1. Thank you, and yes – maybe a future challenge.

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  2. Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
    Devil … Artie & Stu

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