Tag: death
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To My Children Not Yet Born
To my children not yet born;Goodbye.I will think of you,I will dream of you,I will miss you,I will mourn you,I will carry your silkenmemoriesin the furrows of my faceas I cry for you.Goodbye.To my children not yet born;I am sorry.I cannot be your mother,I cannot rock you,I cannot kiss your bruises,I cannot read you stories,I…
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One and One
#NaPoWriMo Day Eleven Today’s challenge was to write a poem of origin. About where we are from and where we are now. I chose to write about parents caring for children who in turn care for their parents. There are parallels with my own experience too, of course. One and One It started with a…
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Foreverie
Once upon the daylight blue, A longing was drawn in vivid hues, And sat lucid in her reverie, For times that she and he once knew. Painted on her memory’s eye, Thoughts flittered like a butterfly, They tickled at the brink of truth, And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie. He no longer walks…
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Cesspool
Cesspool. Burdened mule. In this hole I am not whole, Stagnant in my body and in my soul, Rutted in my thoughts and in my deeds, And all of my needs remain unsung. Unappraised. I’m played; A guitar that they can strum, My heart is just a bullet in their gun, Waiting for their will…
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Dawn Requiem
The night has taken me now and it is morning. A day of mourning. Your tears as dew drops on the blades of grass at dawn, Your sighs the gentle wind that dances with the trees, My funeral song resounding as the birds begin to sing. Remember me each day and I have not died…
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Let It Go
Long wooden pole Splintered Louse infested Makeshift hook at one end Lowered into the water Blindly splashing about Knowing it’s out there Somewhere – Then – The hook catches something Something…big A pungent smell rising Into the night air Mixed with cold sweat Fear With last ounces of strength Digging heals into the fresh mud…
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The Passing
A rift in the jugular vein The throbbing of quietus creeps in As the Red Sea crashes and ebbs away Severed breaths thrown off course In a whirlwind of darkness Silence in the eye As the winds of deathless sleep Howl through the hollowed tears: “Seize the day!” And life becomes a hostage of the…