He rocked and roiled me pleasantly
my baby brother is gone ~
I fold the words through transient mind
changes spill my colors round fields
of glory and shouts upon
the grassy mound into all the open arms
listening...
Take me to the place of grace
where candles burn in wake of grief
tiptoe across the port where peace resides
let me be the holder of your warm
again...
Break me with your jovial judgment
watch my pieces fall around you
while I wait for something that was cherish
and find that there are many other feelings
forgiving...
See these ashes that time has made
to blow away the feathered feelings
made of YOU so finely crafted
from a place far beyond this earth
thrown into the curve of the rolling hills
then grown by a tree where I lay me down
dreaming...
In this place of moments now
I am a marveler of what I find
in the search of all so keenly kept
that celebrate a soul of gladdened knowing
nothing can take what Love has sown/shown
so rest easy... my beloved Bro
Author notes
A contest entry for: Commitment Contest - Fifth – "What I Know IT As" -
Picture: Courtesy of "PhotoBucket"
My brothers untimely death in 1999 caused ripples in my life. We were inseparable in Spirit & Soul. We had a long running pact - whoever died, the other would
spread his ashes around "Strawberry Fields" in Central Park, NY.
Me and my remaining brothers & sisters did just that...
I often visit him there and he often visits me! (smile)
A contest entry
- Commitment Contest - Fifth – "What I Know IT As" - Invite Only by CarolDesjarlais.
1500 points, ended August 4, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautifully done....a gorgeous remebrance and honro poem.
There are a couple of problesm for the reader though:
should rock and roiled not be parallel? rock[ed] roiled[ed]
somethign is very awkward in this - though transient my mind change
The last lien is a bit awkward with the author inserting the two as if we had not caught it already...
But, besides that, this is a beautiful poem that got stronger and strong and more literlly beautiful as it went.
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i've been to strawberry fields so many times...
your poetry is heartfelt and loving...i know your
brother would love the words you write. love, lane
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this is something that is very deep an very well thought of...
this poem is something that is a piece of you for your brother...an i hope you find you piece an he finds his in that distant place, of where it is made of peace..
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