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In Mourning Still: Shadorma

IN MOURNING STILL

He ventures,
“Here’s a suggestion:
Share laughter
Together.”
She points to the iron gates.
The sign reads “Keep Out”

Faded Photos: Cinqku

FADED PHOTOS

Lost love
Long past days
Present echoes
Whisper among the trees
Old news
…..
…..

Ladybird

LADYBIRD

Wings folded away
Ladybirds with just their legs
Can still move about

Dear Ones Lost

DEAR ONES LOST

Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?

Missing you terribly
But that’s our fault
Not yours

Or is it?

Or else not?

For you are I
As I play you
In your absence

Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?

So What

SO WHAT

Go to hell? No probs
Been there already
Came back intact
A few hot baths
A few clockticktocks
And good as new

As the bell rings
For the next round
And round and round
And round we go
Waving, smiling
See you there

Waving back

Smiling back

Presenility

PRESENILITY

Remembering
What it is one forgot
Halfway down the stairs
Is a welcome improvement
On only remembering later

No, no all is not yet lost
While what one lost
Is yet remembered
For a little while

Penury (Republished)

PENURY

We found love’s treasure
Seems we’ve spent it and sadly
All that’s left is change

The Ice Cream Van

THE ICE CREAM VAN

Harken! Hear’st thou not
The jolly old ice cream van?
An old childhood memory

Reentering the present …

Ice cream in the Winter?
Dream on, my dearest, for
Now who leaves the house?

Reentering the present …

I scream at this Winter
For none enter the house
No one any more save I

Minimalism

MINIMALISM

Two
Four
Six
Eight …

No response
No one calls out
Empty Echoes
No one calls …

No two now
No one
To appreciate
This zero …

Not For Nothing

NOT FOR NOTHING

Many years ago now we vowed
That we would never allow loss
(however painful this might be)
To restrict our deeply felt interaction
With any of the music we love

Given that we view music as
A gymnasium for the emotions
It surely follows don’t you know
That if we do not exercise
Our emotions when needed
Or like water, or like blood
They fester and putrefy

Teardrops
Contain both
Water (for cleansing)
And salt (for preservation)

Nature is not called
Mother Nature
For nothing

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