Summer by Kathy Villegas
Summer
My poem — a mute soliloquy –
Transposes to air
And soars on soundless melody –
A chord — not found in harmony –
Consonant with light –
Perceives its finite transiency
Augments to flaming urgency –
Diminishes to minor key –
Then falls to darkest mode
In sudden brilliant agony
— Mom
Kathy R. Villegas
March 15th, 2011 at 6:04 am
I knew Robby very briefly at Knox college. I believe he was a TA for one of my math classes, and the guy was brilliant. As an 18 year old, I wish I had the maturity to reach out to him more. I also wish now as a physician that I could have met him, have him open up to me, and treat him with the right dose of antidepressants. I wish him peace, and am saddened to hear of his death.