Fading, By Radiance Angelina Petro



Radiance Angelina Petro



Windchimes ring, giving tones to the day,

which gradually return to the wind, and disappear

into the sky.


A couple yards over, someone mows the lawn,

and the deep, low whirr becomes summer for a few

drifting moments, and then, shuts off, and the sound

lingers briefly in the trees, with the scent of freshly cut grass,

where they both gradually disappear into the sky.


My voice blends with my guitar, singing my heart

to my aloes and spider plants, and the books of poetry

across the room, only to float away, gradually disappearing

into the tables and chairs and kettles.


I will stop speaking one day, and the sounds of my last words

will lift to the ceiling and shimmer through the window shades

and out, called, to who knows where.


We all spill gradually into our lives, and leave them

the same way—emptying into time, and perhaps

to reassemble, in a way, into someone’s memory,

until we gradually fade from there too, fading with their fading,

absorbed by the great silence, disappearing, gradually,

into the sky.



6 thoughts on “Fading, By Radiance Angelina Petro

    • Thanks Sarah….it was meant to be too….arg…I hate when I miss stuff like that. I appreciate you pointing it out. Just changed it. And I’m glad you like the poem. 🙂 Ray

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