DAY 12 National poetry Month.
This day asks to be written in a certain way
Resistance makes a plea of discord
And brain chaos finds its way back on track
if only to give into the ‘certain way’ to be over it
Finish with this day that has only just given rise
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It’s memory history that defines the lay of words
How death’s stalk took two lives on the exact day of one year
Between the other, while Spring stretched her waking
and the two of you gave in to sleep eternal
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On this day, this very day that calls up an ode
a story, a simple verse that can not be denied
For you are forever in the bones of this body
Forever a picture of yesterdays remembered
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And there is a must have of celebration
Acknowledgement of how life comes and gives
and seems to end in that final breath taken
In how very gone you are in this life.
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There can be no resistance to that call
Cause it’s a time clock inside that spills
Out the alarm of your passing to be recalled
To sit in the heart’s pulse of the ‘who’ of you
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Of love lost and found, of rough edges
slightly smoothed and how a want to make connection
held so many distractions and avoidances.
And still, on this day of remembrance
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I let you both in in the way I can hold you
In my heart to give the words to this day
That need saying to honor you
I love you
Till we meet again
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 