Category: Death & Afterlife
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Canticle of bones
in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…
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Februa Sacrificium
during the night while red camellia petals sought atonement a dead branch fell on its own accord upon damp and sandy soil a green leaf at dawn needs only a small breeze to dance and shimmer in the sun 2-3-20
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Traversing darkness while moving toward light
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I sat with a friend around a fire in our yard We talked of children, the craft of writing, of basketball an ideal job, a feral cat he gave a friend and the one he still feeds on his porch We talked of possums, guinea hens, ticks, raccoons and a hawk that swooped up a…
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for Mel
Overhead fractured sunlight through bare limbs Clouds race towards sun set The text said my sister’s husband fled with clouds at noon We say we are happy for him But for those that stay to rake dry leaves in memory piles it is a sad exercise and all we can do is let them rake…
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Dream Slobber of a Napping Boomer
or, “Used Bookstore” …bargain shop of half priced books …read as is read as new …read a bio author dead …or maybe alive life eternal …in the back of a second-hand book 1-7-20
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To a friend with a dying cat
I would tell you about a free kitten given to us when we were poor it got leukemia Cost us all kinds of money we didn’t have and the damn cat died anyway But you don’t want to hear about our expensive, free cat so I won’t tell you how Even though it was sick…
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Dressing for sleep
This morning, I read poem by a poet about the passing of her mother and the washing of her body. When my parents died the funeral home came and got them to prepare for burial It was all prepaid – just like in the ads on TV. The caskets and grave site already chosen. We…
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Dear Dr. Alpert
…I woke up this morning and read of your walking through a door in the sky …I hope this was as good for you as you were to us …I hope someone was there to walk you home illumined by countless stars …I hope you are allowed to continue investigating truth in all the worlds…
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
