before counted time
there was death
where dreams cease
like a broken branch
nevermore to leaf
the moon and stars
care not
the sun passes over
the clouds
and winds prevail
while the spirit
crosses a river
or into a light
those remaining
shed tears
washing out their
souls
remembering the
last wave
or the grip of the
hand
that lead to
the end of
language
and wishing
Dr. Singer is the Poet Laureate of Old Lyme, Connecticut. He has had over 1,100 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a 2017 Pushcart Prize Award Nominee. He is also the President of the Shoreline Chapter of the Connecticut Poetry Society. His work has appeared in: Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Stray Branch, Toasted Cheese, Tipton Poetry Journal and Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, Subtle Tea, Ambassador Poetry Award Massachusetts State Poetry Society, Louisiana State Poetry Society Award, Mad Swirl Anthology 2018.
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