The Keening:
“Try to breath, just a little bit deeper…”
The extravagance of your breath when lost
to a notepad on the bedstead of a lifetime
of dreams lived vicariously reduced to nebulization
makes every moment scream and cry
from the cavern of the mind.
Around you images of 84 years
the passion
of an inherited fragrant mind.
What remains unchanged
but the beauty of one's soul ?
I count myself decked and altered
knowing that decline must lead to rest
for your aching heart.
As Christ bids you leave us your legacy behind
to weep & wail the Banshee
you find mid-air between sunshine and wind.
Leaving us men and women here
knowing all will pass heaven’s flutter
behind you bereft of dotage
lives to live and courses to run
the road at door opening
“Don’t leave without a jacket; you’ll catch your death…”
obeedúid~
05/june/09
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