When a life departs A body, only remains, An assortment of Discarded things, relationships, Without breath or animation. Memory struggles, fades, As ensuing days Go on with whoever Contains the treasure, hard To guard, uneasily measured. A longing persists To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase, Sweet visage, clear voice Held dear, but lost from here. Never, never, until some Future, Divine Presence gives Overdue reconciliation Uniting those who, wander, Later in, with kith and kin. No need can find all, Disembarking space and time, Leaves suddenly adrift, behind; What had meaning, without beholder Begins to decay and molder. Oh Death, how unjust your taking Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.
1. Heroes are only These dreams we greatly esteem, But may never meet, No love we share between, yet, We hope their joy is replete. 2. Blowing up his phone – A need I cannot postpone, But no rainbows come; Talking to me is a chore He rather not, anymore. 3. I love you more now Than when first I invited You to share my heart Knowing over time how grace Has greatly forgiven me.
The naked truth Arises without interest In you or me now; It shows what may further be And what, going, is let go. See there is No reason I can continue Hope, for you depart Always, leaving without me; I am only, matter, no more. Moving on, I must, Or become a captive ghost, Which seems your major Preoccupation, but wrong, Because life and joy are mine. We are not, Together apart, has progressed To outside space and time; Nothing to clothe who We made ourselves to be. Naked never need We ever be, for we are NOT, As you wanted us – Despite my naked need.
The timeless appeal Of bottomless foundations Leave one another To dredge rivers of hope, need, But still coming between – greed. Advantage follows The stronger needing duties Performed with slim thanks Not often heeding complaints, Or recognizing stolen dreams. The ages roll, roles Still favor some, limit others, There is no parity Equality, an ugly myth Blinding many to problems. If one stands up, out, It may not mean advancement The ceiling rises The walls grow ever thicker But it is not done, over, Time will see the flight The scaling of every height So run, run well, catch the light, Winning brings freedom and delight.
I read an article in American Scholar that inspired this poem. I also picked the word bottomless from a vocabulary list.
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