For Three Word Wednesday, the words are crisis, gripe, and stall. This poem is a terza rima, and it's in memory of my brother-in-law, Billy, who passed away unexpectedly just over a year ago.
The sundown saw the dark of distant rain.
The hand of crisis gripping at our hearts
And shaking us before the phone even rang.
The fear that strikes our ears like abstract art
Devoid of meaning - dripping muddled paint.
Dark clouds heavy with the storm about to start.
Surroundings fade as we try to acquaint
Our hearts and minds with Death and Tragedy,
Unwelcome guests that we’re forced to embrace.
Our daily gripes are only vanity.
We mourn as moments stall into still life.
Without knowing why, we say goodbye, Billy.
In our loving memory, may you always remain;
As the sun sets - on the distant dark of rain.