The Mining Town


Seven years fly by
While we, observers, spy
As others one by one disappear
Change – endless change – mere change
Where art thou yesteryear? A hollow laugh?

To not laugh perhaps our sole recompense
To mock the empty mocker and so repost
Salut! and Salut! and Salut! and Salut!
Within time – time as both illusion
And yet at the same time eternal

Nightly Sky

In the crisp mountain air
Up high by the clouds
The dawn is breaking free
From the nighttime sky
As the dusk dies away.

But up in the Colorado Rockies
There is no person that cares
For there is no one here anymore.

The town that once was
Is no more,
No more people living here.
The gold and the whisky
Has long ago run out.

The elk and also the deer
Are the residents now,
Who dwell at peace
Free from the fear of the town people.

The wind blows gently
From the one end to the other end
Of the formerly vibrant streets
That is now forever only animated
With the phantasms of long-ago past
And the once upon a time flourishing stores.

The long ago memories are over
And done with for all time,
Never to return
To living consciousness again,
Forgotten by time.

They are like…

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 29, 2019, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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