Category: death
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An Altar for Julianne
we have no candlesneither an altar in our homeour sacred spaces all lie withinnot so much by choiceas by accidental embarrassmentof riches – a house too fullof banality to house the holy . . . yet how many hours we sendprayers into our hearts, upunto the heavens, out tomanifest the universe . . . tonight,…
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the internet keeps warning usbut common sense demandswe remain skeptical – and yet . . .strange to think, in light of current events –Russians in Ukraine, Zion in Gaza,the rest of the world posturing in protest . . .somehow the world goneberserk . . . war any moment, evenhere, might break out. perhaps littletremors, perhaps…
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Poem 74
it’s the time of night – morningfour a.m. I would feed heradminister 11 units of insulinand treasure her while she was here she is gone – the insulin passed onto someone whose dog still needsbut here I am, parsing out foodfor our Sparky and the grand-dog tears won’t wash my soul of thisand I haven’t…
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Winter Walk: challenge poem #35
must be a dry landwhen right as rain means good I’m a wandering pilgrimwalking wildernesses bright as hellwinter rain feeling wrong as sinjudged by loss and stung by deathstagger through this barren monthfiery as arctic auroras in search of a new flowerto gift my morning-eyed loverand salve her shattered heartwhere we spread the ashesof our…
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Poem 9
oh historic asp of fortune, strike truemy breast and lay me low upon the ages!beside cleopatra, though no lowerpleb than I ever was born. strike true, asp!strike true that I may die with my beloved!strike true that I do leave this tortured worldbehind to the hands of anonymousothers who might or not love with passionall…
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Poem 3: Prognosis
grieving from the prognosistrying to rest a moment(recovery is not yet possible)“Lay your head on my chest,”my darling wife invites.I do.“Sorry,” she whispers, “time andgravity have pulled my pillowsinto my armpits.”(humor always our drug of choice)“It’s okay,” I murmur, dimly amused in the darkness of grief.I don’t need pillows, Sweetest; what I needis your heartbeat…
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A Lilly for Willow
send a flower for our darling dogshe’s been our sunshine these stormy sevenyears but now the Cancer has her and Ican’t even breathe – the shear thought of her gonebleeds my heart to Black. Send a flowerfor my Sweetest wife – how her red, red heartbleeds as well to Black! Our mutual sunshineis ravaged, savaged…
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Of Death She Stays Aloof
she always was an odd child, fascinatedwith death and dying despite her shelteredlife early on and into adulthood;never lost a friend or close familymember to it, not even so much, orlittle, as a pet goldfish; she had nouse for dead things, things she said were merelydiscarded clothes, the truth of life beingsomething merely disguised by…
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