The Monarch and the Astronaut

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lift -off, monarch and the astronaut
traveling space, carrying a dream
drifting away, would it matter not
slumbering under silver moonbeams

traveling space, carrying a dream

safely tucked in their warm cocoons

slumbering under silver moonbeams

listening for the hum of celestial tunes

safely tucked in their warm cocoons

breaking seams, butterfly emerges

listening for the hum of celestial tunes

fluttering in space, break free she urges

breaking seams, butterfly emerges

awestruck, the astronaut begins to cry

fluttering in space, break free she urges

trapped in his human shell, he sighs

awestruck, the astronaut begins to cry

perhaps, there is hope for man-kind

trapped in his human shell, he sighs

 winged beauty, you're a special design

perhaps there is hope for man-kind

drifting away, would it matter not

winged beauty, you're a special design
lift-off, monarch and the astronaut 

                                                     

author's note: written for The Sunday Muse
form: Pantoum - A Story Poem
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When the Saints Go Marching In

Hanging on to bed rails

of compassion, in a hospice room

watching life slowly drift away

family come and go

throughout the day

She quietly sleeps in

the confines of her mind

everyone making

small talk, grasping

her hand with hope..

OH WAIT...

I think she heard me her eyes

moved..everyone inches closer

just to catch a glimpse..

The days tiredly slip away

one after the other..

sleeping in a winged arm chair

hovering the bed, everyone taking

turns..wondering who will be with

her in the final moment..

passing the gateway when no one is

watching, I guess she wanted to

go in silence, her own way

 

Standing around a granite stone

etched rose, baring her name

we say our good-byes as the blues

softly play,  trees gently sway

a saxophone echoes through

the land of the departed. We

stand together tears in our eyes

O when the Saints go marching in
 When the Saints go marching in
  O Lord, I want to be in that number
   When the Saints go marching in

Posted for Poets United writing about cancer
February 4th is World Cancer Day

written in memory of a family member

who lost the battle of breast cancer may
she rip...

Lost and Found

   

I woke up this morning with a song

and all I could do was think of you

remembering each word we wrote

a collaboration from two hearts

searching for light in the lost & found

peering  deep down,  I dug around

feeling empty,  in a one way town

to my surprise , your face appeared

I was there to help you stand

you were there to hold my hand

I woke up this morning with a song

and all I could do was think of you

remembering we're better together

than two lost souls falling apart

Searching for light in the lost and found

who's says what is lost cannot be found

for there you were waiting for me

to pull you out, a mix matched pair

I was there to help you stand

you were there to hold my hand

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