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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label grief talking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief talking. Show all posts

Sunday, October 13, 2013

October Rain

October Rain by Timothy Corbin

October rain makes colors bleed
Bleed from sky to tree to leaves
Leaves the ground in autumn shades
Shades her brown eyes when she grieves.

Grieves a friend she never knew
Knew his soul from words he wrote
Wrote his life as though a song
Song she loved from the first note.

Note how his life embraced hers
Hers far better for the time
Time she wished were ever lasting
Lasting memories, love sublime.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Damn These Breaths

underwater sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor
I will follow you anywhere
I always have
for the sun is warm
only as it reflects in your eyes
and the air fit to breath
only as it blows through your hair
Damn these breaths
I do not want them
I am half alive without you
and waiting on the shores of Acheron
with a mouth of gold
and a ferry schedule
Sweet Eurydice, follow me home
or if not,
I will be content 
to stay forever with you
and I will never
look back.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 100