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Friday, December 4, 2015

A Tribute For Carol

I attended the funeral of a friend yesterday. I arrived early and sat in the church, watching, listening.
These poems came to me out of the air. They are a gift to her family.



When A Poet Dies














When a poet dies,
their gift is released into the world,
breathed out with their last breath,
taken up by the wind.

When a poet dies,
presence and rhythm abound,
light and shadow dance at the windows,
colors intertwine and evolve.

When a poet dies,
the music they held within,
which sang to us through language,
breaks its bonds and flies free.

1 comment:

manda_hladik said...

Thank you for this. This is beautiful and such a fitting tribute to Aunt Carol. Thank you for being there with us on this difficult day and sharing love/support in this tough time! Good friends can make even the toughest of times a little easier, such as you have.