selfie with me remembering a loved one
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Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
09 Nov 2017 Leave a comment
in memories, Poetry Tags: brings their spirit back, Hear you, Know you, memories, selfie with me remembering a loved one, understand your soul
selfie with me remembering a loved one
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02 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: cross over, definition, horse tail lights, If I die before you, lie down, memories, oblivion, promise, shooting star, together, transformation
If I die before you
which is all but certain
then in the moment
before you will see me
become someone dead
in a transformation
as quick as a shooting star’s
I will cross over into you
and ask you to carry
not only your own memories
but mine too until you
too lie down and erase us
both together into oblivion.
30 Nov 2012 2 Comments
in Family Tags: click clock, clock-man, dreams, elders, memories, molt, musk, nostrils, paint, spirits, tick tock, touchstones
Introduced the “clock-man” to my 4 year old:
Little hand, big hand, forward move: one, two, three.
Time passes on the clock, on the calendar too
But touchstones stay the same for you and me.
Little hand, big hand, forward move: one, two, three.
Tick-tock, click-clock arrows speed to lead
Us to the dreams we paint: the hopes, the deeds.
Time passes on the clock; on the calendar too
Weeks, to months, to years, to lives…
Then on to memories worn on our hides, insides, tribes.
But touchstones stay the same for you and me.
The elders molt to spirits; the new reach for our care
Our nostrils scent the musk of need and nurture everywhere.
They say the memory of loved ones brings their spirit back.
Loved souls beating in your heart.
“Know you” “Hear you”
“Know you” “Hear you”
Understand your soul.
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11/3/2017