by Michael Eugene Cantrall
The rest appears unending
in cemeteries far and near
may a master know what’s pending
for those thought to be transcending
below the walk is what I fear
the rest appears unending
Reposed, a temporary suspending
in sleep that's neither here nor there?
May a master know what’s pending
for what I'm clearly comprehending
is a fear of which I swear
the rest appears unending
How will souls some way be ascending
receiving supremely rendered care?
May a master know what’s pending
What's the point of any pretending
if we are destined for nowhere?
The rest appears unending
may a master know what’s pending
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Photopoetry is my preferred genre. My particular approach to this form is to pair a poem I've written, usually open to various interpretations, with a photograph or video that may suggest a similar or contrasting interpretation. Also, unlike Ephrastic art poetry, these poems arrive before the search for the photo or video. The poem is the prompt for a photo in waiting.
Last updated January 27, 2024