Mourning the Passing of a Poet
You distilled life to a poem
Knew what to hold
What to let go.
Like a poet only you knew
Each word you left out.
Absence carves niches in my heart
For the absent.
Memories cast light
On what I cannot see.
I mark your passing as I write.
I read back lyrics
Milled from memories
By my split heart.
I grieve with and without words.
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The Passing of a Poet

5 replies on “The Passing of a Poet”
Aaaand now you are OFFICIALLY my all-time favorite poet since the dawn of time. I fucking mean it.
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Oh no. Wow. Thanks so much.
Any of my poetry that works magic I attribute to my brain tumor, which I’ve named Walt.
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This is a great poem! I love how you distill it down to the essentials!
Dwight
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Thank you for your comment! I appreciate this!
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You are welcome!
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