The second day prompt of the 2018 National Poetry Writing Month: Write a poem that plays with voice.
The Wake of Heirs
They sat in chatter and discussed
Their fortune left in will or trust
Set aside lest others see
What vultures now they come to be.
At the door I quietly knocked
Into the room I slowly walked
Eyes on me no longer talked
By death we are most surely stalked.
Tense is the room you just walked in
You know their hearts are showing thin
You’re welcome not just to be there
Last of the clowns, you – the final heir.
(Bill Reynolds 4/2/2018)
Look both ways as you enter a room.
Find the gaps and use them well.
Our Literary Journey 
Well done! I could here your voice and the voice of the ancestors. What is it about death that turns many into vultures?
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Thank you, Sue. I don’t know the answer.
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Excellent image.
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That one was really well crafted.
(Sorry I had to play catch up)
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Thanks, joey.
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