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"To the End" by Roger Singer

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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