Moonflowers unfurl fullness
and pale faces as I lay my cheek
where once your name was spoken.
The earth has swallowed your stone
till I can no longer read it -
there are only memories and dew.
No hummingbirds trumpet petaled praises
no honeybees drink - they have flown,
with wings too fast to be seen.
Poetry
Thursday, August 11, 2005
No Longer
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Hi Erin
I love S2 and 3. I had trouble with what you meant here in S1...
as I lay my cheek
where once you were spoken.
several people have said the same thing - maybe I need to change it to "where once your name was spoken" - I meant to refer to the eulogy, but I think too much of that is in my head and not 'on paper'
Thanks for the input Pris!
Hi Erin
That would certainly make it clear and this poem is so hauntingly caring that clarity of that line would make a difference.
Thanks Pris, consider it done!
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