Elegy for a Friend

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to thank you for sharing a piece of your world
walking amongst the pine, tulip and catalpa trees
you were always at ease in the arms of nature
ancestor to the ancient beekeepers and friend
to turtles always moving at your own pace….

I want to thank you for sharing your family and home
inviting me to visit and communing with the forest
you were always at ease in your tower in the woods
climbing one ladder rung at a time high in the treetops
listening to birdsong taking in the scenic view…

My heart grieves that you are no longer here
but, I know you are never really gone just transformed
I will think of you when a bee hums around my head
or a turtle crosses my path…or when I stand under
a willow tree…

I will drum you a song…and ask creator to carry it
with the wind to the sky world...

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hosted by Sherry writing an Elegy

author's note: This was written for a friend.
I wish his family peace and comfort.

Darkness Comes

 

courtesy of Pixabay

When the darkness comes
invading your days with signs
raven cawing in a warning tongue
red-tailed  hawk descending from the pines
smell of lilies fill the lungs
in the shadows darkness walks a fine line
transformation begins with the last beat of a drum

written for dVerse
writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating the words darkness

Author's note:  I lost a friend last week...sigh...
"never gone- just transformed"

my heart is heavy....

Passageway To Light

 

artwork of Michael Whelan

Standing on the edge of  a dream
crumbling beneath me pieces of yesterday
there is a star on the horizon leading to
a higher consciousness in the morning sun

but, tonight drifting between the worlds
the archway to another sphere of being
here in the darkness, struggling to find light
traveling cliffs high above the mossy earth
what can be seen at this height, shall I call upon
the bird of perception, what would his orbs
reveal in the mist of transition

 dreams take me on mysterious journeys
to places I have never seen, meeting oracles
in quiet hours, when others are sleeping
sometimes, communing with the departed
but,  never drinking from their cup

it is in this state of mind, that events become
crystal clear,  I realize that we all walk cliff
edges in life each time we face a new challenge
or set out on a new path of unknowns

don't let the songs of darkness sway
you from the radiant songs of light....

 Linking with The Sunday Muse

 

peace, light and love always

A Single Red Rose

Courtesy of Pixabay

"To her,  death is quite romantic".  Lily has seen her share of farewells, pruning the rosebushes on Cemetery Hill.  Here they gather in their mourning clothes.  Wearing sunglasses to hide their mist filled eyes. A griever prays his lover will make it safely to the other side, of now. Poetry flows from the tongue of loss. A song occasionally,  can be heard whispering through the willow boughs.  Fresh flowers adorn the site. The heavenly scent drifts to the living.  To her,  it is beautiful when a single red rose falls, a sign of enduring love.  Lily searches the sky wiping her tears while, listening to the sweet refrain of the morning rain.

 

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hosted by Bjorn writing to Bob Dylan's Desolation Row 
you must incorporate the following line from Dylan's piece

To her, death is quite romantic

Do Not Weep - I Have Your Back

The Sunday Muse Picture Prompt

 

Do not weep child, my spirit is with you

you often came into the woods to play

on the grounds marked as my territory

 

often sharing your lunch when no food

could be found...berries and bread to

fill hungry bellies

 

your gentle and respectful

nature, a joy to watch from

my vantage point

 

The hunter came and you heard the

the shattering gunshot of my enemy

quickly, running to my side, heaving

your trembling body upon my wound,

spilling blood, soaking your protective apron

your tears falling into my eyes as I inhale

and exhale my last few breaths

 

Your grandmother came and knelt by

my side....taking my giant paw in her hand

she called upon the ancient spirits to lead

me home...over the sky bridge

 

A mournful cry, compassion in my wolfish eyes

grieve not friend, my spirit will always be 

with you ...I will guard your back in darkest times

 

when you see the daisies in the clearing

know that I love you

 

as, for the hunter, the pack will pick up

his scent and have no mercy....for I am

the alpha....

 

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Author's note:  I saw this prompt yesterday and thought
I will think about it.  Well, last night this played out in my
dreams.  It was a bit unsettling and I woke with teary eyes.
A story poem, Thank you for visiting