Then there was Grace and Dot,
the last remaining -
an awkward symbiosis,
each discerning

infinitesimal slights
and insults, taking
offence in a cycle
of talking and not talking.

The wind has changed.
Someone's face got stuck
in its last smile
or grimace. The back

and forth, the dialogue
has ended, as though
one turned away saying
that's enough now.

Like this, David, especially S3 and the crooked rhymes. Tom

p.s. just read the title, which I so often do late, or not at all. makes poem richer, brings the whiff of death into it!

Excellent, David, real wry and dry.

milner

Agreed.  Very strong end line. good job.

david, have read this a few times now and enjoy this very much. the bickering described above and leading to the final S very good.

David,

this is very good.  love the realness, and especially the last stanza.

tiko

love the way the half rhymes work with this... voice form and content all in (dis)harmony
time for it to go to a better place...

Thanks Tom. Yep, death came along and spoiled this game.

Milner, I appreciate the real wry and dry. Like a good cheese, or possibly a good whisky. I'll take either.

Sue, thank you, for the kind comment and for the pick.

Casey, Tiko, thank you very much.

Cheers

David

David, this is great.  You described more than one or two of my aunts, on both sides.

cheryl