Monday, November 14, 2005

For Gypsy

Dirge Without Music
 
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the
love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay


Mother's Lament

I saw your first breath,
kissed away your first tears,
and cradled your head
against my breast
that you could draw my first milk.

Should I now
weep over your final gasps,
and flood your bed
with my tears
as I cradle your weakened frame
against my breast
dried and unable to sustain you.
-MKRB


Butterfly Soul

Clouds obscure the sun
as I sit alone.
A flicker of orange
dances before me
and rests on my hand.
The tickle of your footsteps
brings a dawning smile.
I marvel over your grace,
your beauty,
your joy.
I reach to caress your paper wing.
You rise to the sun.
I watch the rays receive you,
feel their warmth
on my face.
-MKRB

Today would have been my friend's 44th birthday but he was taken by cancer in February. He was a loving, nurturing father. He was an artist and musician disguised as a telecom worker. He had a fabulous sense of humor which he never lost. He was a loyal, selfless friend who could be counted on in times of trouble. He endured too much pain and yet left happiness in his wake. Please take a moment and give thanks for a Gypsy who passed this way with all his colors and music and made the world a brighter place while he was here.
Thanks,
Michelle

12 comments:

snavy said...

Those were such beautiful poems. Lovely sentiments to honor your friend's memory.

Ariella said...

All hail the Gyspy for the the joy he brought and the comfort and friendship he gave.
Hugs and kisses to you, my friend.

Jodes said...

Lovely post and my heart goes out to you, I have lost too many to cancer including my Dad.

Breazy said...

Lovely writings Lime!

Tan Lucy Pez said...

Lovely post. Very nice.

barefoot_mistress said...

Sweet, Lime. Hold only the good memories of him in your heart today.

James Goodman said...

I bid you good travels in the afterlife, dear Gypsy.
May the thoughts, love and prayers of the ones you've touched go with you always.

bsoholic said...

Very nice.

lime said...

thank you all for the comments and kind words. peace to you all.

Sis B said...

beautiful remembrance, lime, and i feel for you losing such a wonderful friend.

here's to Gypsy, who brightened this world and brought color to the drab world of those he touched.

Chickadee said...

What a moving post. I'm sure he's with you, looking over your shoulder, appreciating your tribute. You are in my thoughts this evening.

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The Zombieslayer said...

He was a loving, nurturing father. He was an artist and musician disguised as a telecom worker. He had a fabulous sense of humor which he never lost. He was a loyal, selfless friend who could be counted on in times of trouble. He endured too much pain and yet left happiness in his wake.

(Smiling softly). He's smiling at you as you wrote this. :)