Season of Revision
written by: Mark Scheel
This is our year-end of unease,
of colored lights on lamps of lonely hue,
of caroling voices with a tinge of ache
that turns the ear and hand
toward faint regret.
This is a season’s closing without closure,
without tradition’s zest for bow and bell,
without the leavened fullness of forgiving—
an overcast night
that chokes away the moon.
This is a time for retallies and revisions,
for distant ghosts behind the tinseled twigs,
for assessing and arranging what remains
to each and all of memory’s
lore and legend.
This is a bloodletting of the heart
that seeks the petal pink of yesterday,
that beats and throbs itself against the grief
for what was loved,
and lost as to a thief.
I was born on a farm in Kansas and attended Kansas University. After graduation I served overseas with the American Red Cross and later taught English at Emporia State University and was an info spec with the Johnson County Library. I belong to The Kansas Authors Club and The Writers Place and have served on the boards of directors with two literary magazines. I also was a prose editor for Kansas City Voices magazine. I'm now retired and write full time. My essays, short stories, poems and articles have appeared over a 40-year period in numerous periodicals. I blogged for several years on Scriggler and The Grant Journal and those posts were collected in a book. I have published six books to date representing every major genre. My work has won several literary awards and I'm represented by the Metamorphosis Literary Agency.
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