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The last word

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

will there be a soft one listening

there beside your final bed

..

or if you would leave on some non descript day

will the word be a mumble as you rush on your way

as you kiss her, fleeting, on a passing cheek

“pickup my dry cleaning, it’s been over a week”

..

week?

..

so much hurrah over baby’s first word

yet of grandad’s last, who knows; no one heard

no one leaned into the crackles of fading breath

to decipher his utterances

welcoming

death

..

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

speak as if that last day arrives

so fleeting is life

on fragile thread

..

For Soriah…. I was listening x

A very special lady joined our WordPress family less than a month ago…. making immediate friends with her warm words, encouragements and vivacious soul.

Soriah is now preparing her final journey from this mortal coil, and her blog “Poetry and Chocolate” has disappeared into the digital ether.
I was able to briefly re-blog one of her wonderful poems before it slipped away too.

Please wish her well….

Soriah, best wishes on the journey. Remember to dress warm … heaven is surrounded by vast tumbling, iced clouds sweetheart ….. ❤️❤️

Lustre

to the sunrise deprived

and the sunset depleted

rest your eyes, listen to me

make sure you are seated

..

your anemic soul wears aura pale

thirsting for answers of light

circadian constrained, faltering, frail

pupils dimming, desperate for sight

..

so let me describe

in this most wistful scribe

blissed, burnished memories held

of sun’s exquisite horizon meld

..

my beloved misanthrope

these heavens are a pastiche of your dreams

through my exuberant eyes you will gasp

at such

phantasmagoric

scenes

Simulacrum

share a photograph of yourself

choose with care and send it to me

so that I may have you frozen in time

the you, that you were, before we

 

tint it with saturated tone

accentuate with overtly bright

label it “when i sought alone”

dazzle my inquisitive sight

 

perhaps a more whimsical take

with a backdrop of bliss-ed bokeh

RAW file, watermarked – not a fake

untouched, entirely you on display

 

and if offered as muted capture

a sepia tinged daguerreotype

i’ll hold with trembling fingers

as memento

your beloved archetype

 

 

………

bokeh is the pleasing or aesthetic quality of out-of-focus blur in a photograph.

 

A seed

did it rain all day …

did the clouds not part their lead

loaded grey?

your heart mud heavy in the moist

your spirit soaked

in need of hoist

oh how I wanted to be your shelter

but at first i could barely raise

a rusted umbrella frame

my own self in search

of enfeebled ovule to reclaim

a seed set swirlward to shallow drain

till our fingers meshed there

to sieve and save

ourselves

this union, we crave

your name … so shall I engrave

in the dry ground tomorrow

 

Kismet

when the divine created our star

near eternity we lingered

a somnolence of heaven’s burning

till red, raging

a supergiant

and in the the near, never-after…

us

a supernova sublime

a merging of milennia and molecules

belligerent to time

fiercely fusing

not even destiny to deny

now today

our eyes of umber meet

familiar iridescent irises

peppered with stellar dust greet

for we are of stars

welcome home…