The Earth Was Moving Slower

The earth was moving slower
it wasn't me there
when they said that mother died.
Echoes upon echoes.
Sorrows never end.

by Barbara James

Comments (2)

Heartfelt sadness, I feel the pain here. Excellent poem Barbara---Melvina
Many laments seem to me, subtly superficial. This piece is just a hair-shy of a lament but somehow deeper and more genuine. Again, excellent work Barbara. -Tailor