Chris G Vaillancourt’s poem Little Grandson, Little Boy appeared here in April. Chris’ poetry often reflects defining moments in life, some pastoral, some more overtly dramatic. This one is dramatic.
Fibreglass Boats and Lemonade Stands
By Chris G Vaillancourt
I heard the hissing of the snake
before I felt its fangs pierce the night air.
Fibreglass boats and lemonade stands,
Blinking lights and trembling hands.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Beginning, ending. Ending, beginning.
We have such a variety of words
defining the extremes, but what of
the in-between? The middle?
What happens between A and Z?
Between now and then?
That is what I forgot about
as I felt the poison become me.
A poetic view of a life all to consuming. What would you do in the last sixty seconds?
Many layers of meaning in this poem…
a good read…
Thanks so much for posting all of them!!
Different layers…
Different meaning for all…
Thanks again for sharing this poem!