Thursday, June 11, 2020

Cicada


you own the night with your voice
drumming our flesh with city vibes

the moon beds you with starlight 
& silverdust, we turn to moonflowers

yet your eyes are bright sun-
flowers even when your bones

are weary, your breasts are heavy
with scars, still

your words are warm honey
& herbed tea, spooned by kindness  

as you watch over the vessel of your
bloodline & friends vine in tangled joy

now as our hands are weeping
we're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories

i breathe 
your spontaneity & zest for life

there are no black or white lines
only colors spilling out from pen & lens

rest in peace, friend



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight.   Please join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.  This poem is in remembrance of my school mate who died this week.   

21 comments:

  1. This is just beautiful, Grace. So soothing in so many lines, most especially in its ending with affirmation. And most especially in these lines that are visceral...I feel the calming, the warmth, the soothing here.
    "your words are warm honey
    & herbed tea, spooned by kindness"

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  2. This is so gentle, and I do love the colors spilling from our pen. I think we need to be more blind on colors.

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  3. A beautiful tribute to your school mate, Grace. I love the lines:
    ‘the moon beds you with starlight
    & silverdust, we turn to moonflowers

    yet your eyes are bright sun-
    flowers…’
    and
    ‘there are no black or white lines
    only colors spilling out from pen & lens’.

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  4. This is the sort of writing that can make ones heart ache for another person's loss. So beautiful.

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  5. Nice description: "your words are warm honey
    & herbed tea, spooned by kindness "

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  6. A lovely tribute to your friend. I love the mixture of joyful memories and sorrow. It's complicated:

    now as our hands are weeping
    we're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories

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  7. A soul that lives on in others could not have a finer tribute.

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  8. I am so sorry for your loss, Grace. This is a beautiful poem!

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  9. What a gentle, loving tribute to a dear friend. A beautiful write!

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  10. A beautiful and meaningful poem.

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  11. Wonderful memorial indeed. My hat is off.

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  12. A gentle and loving elegy, Grace.

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  13. To listen is to see. Wonderful tribute.

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  14. A wonderful poem... so many good images....
    Loved this line...
    the moon beds you with starlight
    & silverdust

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  15. So sorry for the loss of your friend!

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  16. your words are warm honey
    & herbed tea, spooned by kindness

    What a lovely tribute Grace! Beautiful lines!

    Hank

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  17. I’m so sorry about your friend, Grace.

    This is really gorgeous. One of your finest.

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  18. Grace, a dear friend of mine also passed away three weeks ago. Your beautiful poetry reached my saddened soul. Thank you.

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  19. "now as our hands are weeping
    we're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories"

    So lovely, Grace, bittersweet perfection.

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  20. Your love shines through in this poem. I especially liked these lines,
    "there are no black or white lines
    only colors spilling out from pen & lens."
    A heartfelt tribute.

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