Tyson West
Six Moons
(A Curtal Sonnet)
Six moons have vanished since her spirit fled
beyond the shield of stars. I hear the news
that clever scientists may find a way
to hold my failing flesh back from the dead.
If chemicals could keep me would I choose
to watch her drift ahead as each new day
and woman frays the dreams that hold us fast?
The longer I delay I will not lose
the feelings my flesh floats. Her spirit may
forget. What moons I've left will soon have passed.
I'll stay.
Bio
Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate. His poetry collection "Home- Canned Forbidden Fruit" is available from Gribble Press.