Poem of the Week: Gone by Michael E. Duckwall

Good morning and welcome to another poem of the week! Today, it’s Michael E. Duckwall’s Gone. I love Michael’s work, both his poetry and art is incredible. I highly encourage you to look him up, read one of his chapbooks or one of the numerous anthologies he’s contributed to, or come to Scottsburg the last Saturday of each month for the open mic he hosts! Michael is such a nice guy, who never fails to lift others up. You can read his poem below.

Gone

The birds and cicadas are singing together.
It's no orchestra, they're out of tune.

The ringing in my ears
isn't helping matters. Grey clouds dissipate

into blue. As an orange sun peeks
through the pink. I'm losing my mind.

It's gone, long gone. No one will ever
find me. I'm gone, dissipating

disappointing no one, everyone, even myself.
Their singing doesn't help. Please

just one second of peace. I need to feel
what I've never felt. It's no orchestra

the cicadas and birds. They're singing
out of tune. Grey clouds dissipate into blue.

I'm gone, long gone.