Spotlight Poet: Dah Helmer










Nocturne in d-flat minor

(for my late-father)


In the same way breezeless trees are still

I ask for nothing

only to be.

Today is another demand,

the deep churning of time that quickens

the dust,

that which falls silently into the hole

till nothing is left

but the final sleep of exhausted flowers.


If I could translate this,

this thin string of old light,

it would be the loneliness

of a single shoe left behind.


If I could wake up and forget your absence,

this empty heart would be less heavy.

I dare say nothing. Nothing.

Only, I have spoken a few words too many.


Across a blue smear

I watch the wind-scattered clouds break apart.

They say nothing,

not even thank you

to the kindhearted wind,

for its long body touches

each cloud’s demise.


The wind is blind, so it only touches

still, it is possible to leave

to break apart

to enter the hole without feeling

to feel nothing

for what we leave behind.


© Dah Helmer

Featured Writer from “Creative Talents Unleashed Writers Group”


Photo Credit: © Donna J. Sanders

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