The Funeral Pyre/ a new poem

After it’s over

Everyone’s dying to know

The dead presumably do.

So much in life is meaningless,

A marking of time,

Keeping body and soul together,

Literally.

There has to be more, we say.

Whenever a friend dies I think

(among other things),

Now you know-

But do they?

The near dead say there is a light

At the end of the tunnel

Not realizing it is simply

Someone leaving the light on for them

On their way home.

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thome2040

I'm a librarian living near NYC, have had several poems and stories, as well nonfiction published in various ezines. I've finally broken through in print as my novel "Where Do the Children Play?" a story based on true events concerning the kidnapping and drowning of a young boy, was published by Black Rose Writing last October. They are also publishing my second novel, "In Elysian Fields," a love story between a baseball player and a poet, due out July 4 of this year. View all posts by thome2040

3 thoughts on “The Funeral Pyre/ a new poem”

glen r schunk says:

November 21, 2021 at 12:29 pm

Once again Mr. Evans brings our thoughts to the forefront. Though they have been there, he refreshes us. thanks, Glen

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Tom Manning says:

November 22, 2021 at 10:12 am

Tom,
I really like this. It’s interesting to me how our life view develops/evolves over time.
I find this time of year (fall) especially thought provoking as the leaves and the fields die off, the weather gets moody and colder. I know winter is coming, but I’m also preparing for next spring.
All the best to you.
Tom

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1. thome2040 says:
  
  November 22, 2021 at 10:24 am
  
  Hi Tom, thanks, this means a lot to me. It’s sort of a riff on Robert Frost’s line “Home is where when you go there, they have to let you in.” I hope you and yours are doing well.
  
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