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.
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.
ReplyDelete"your words are warm honey
& herbed tea, spooned by kindness"
This is so gentle, and I do love the colors spilling from our pen. I think we need to be more blind on colors.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to your school mate, Grace. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘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’.
This is the sort of writing that can make ones heart ache for another person's loss. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNice description: "your words are warm honey
ReplyDelete& herbed tea, spooned by kindness "
A lovely tribute to your friend. I love the mixture of joyful memories and sorrow. It's complicated:
ReplyDeletenow as our hands are weeping
we're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories
A beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteA soul that lives on in others could not have a finer tribute.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for your loss, Grace. This is a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gentle, loving tribute to a dear friend. A beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and meaningful poem.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memorial indeed. My hat is off.
ReplyDeleteA gentle and loving elegy, Grace.
ReplyDeleteTo listen is to see. Wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem... so many good images....
ReplyDeleteLoved this line...
the moon beds you with starlight
& silverdust
So sorry for the loss of your friend!
ReplyDeleteyour words are warm honey
ReplyDelete& herbed tea, spooned by kindness
What a lovely tribute Grace! Beautiful lines!
Hank
I’m so sorry about your friend, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is really gorgeous. One of your finest.
Grace, a dear friend of mine also passed away three weeks ago. Your beautiful poetry reached my saddened soul. Thank you.
ReplyDelete"now as our hands are weeping
ReplyDeletewe're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories"
So lovely, Grace, bittersweet perfection.
Your love shines through in this poem. I especially liked these lines,
ReplyDelete"there are no black or white lines
only colors spilling out from pen & lens."
A heartfelt tribute.