Today’s Poem of the Day prompt was to write a damage poem.
Boxes brimmed heavy with belongings
their top flaps tucked and untaped.
Trash bags stuffed with sharp
and pointed objects such as picture frames.
Dreams and expectations carried for years
callously dropped lay spidered and cracked.
Saddened eyes of a meowing cat wander lost
in a vacated bedroom cold and dusted.
Erie quite of an empty chair, a book unread,
boots unworn and their silent heels.
The dog’s barking goes unheeded,
his whines remain unfed.
Many things fall apart
when a child runs away.
Anything but a gentle decline
of a speeding plane brought
in to land skidding.
No this crash is abrupt, unexpected
as most crashes are.
And at the site we toil daily
flaking from our