Eurydices
by Brian Kunde
He had his Eurydice,
and then did not;
walked down that long,
dark way to find her,
bring her back;
but doubting, turned and
glanced behind, to lose
his love for good.

A tale of foolishness,
or one of destiny;
we shake our heads,
but take the lesson
down the ages taught—
mourn, and move on.
And yet, we all
have our own Eurydices.

Though we may struggle,
protest fate, and rage,
there is no singing back
from final sleep;
no drawing up that
steep and sliding slope;
no rescue at sea
from the sinking boat.

We walk our walk
with those who falter,
fall back, and go down;
One day, we too
must lag and fall.
We cannot bring them
forward, but to them
we shall slip back.
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Eurydices

from Forth into Silence : Poems, 1st ed., Mar. 2017.

1st web edition posted 3/23/2017.

Published by Fleabonnet Press.
© 2016-2017 by Brian Kunde.