The days of him erupting were drawing to a close. Everybody knows that “death stare” hidden in every gasp and wheeze. It would have been easy to go out quickly than to have his candle flicker well into the afternoon. But the man had no quit. It was as if he were perpetual. Everlasting. More mountain than volcano. He was the rock upon which our family was founded. Strong, resilient, well-grounded. When his rumble finally ceased our number was decreased by one. But we lost so much more! One mighty volcano silenced. The last days of Pompeii.
Strength, solid and strong.
A long and storied legend
not lost in silence.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2016 – Day 12: “Last (Blank)
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 