Peace to all who enter
Banner that above each hall
I roll my sister toward
a sunshine room
There are so few places here to roam
She talks more or less nonsense than
before she crossed the line
Was it by choice or was she pushed
like Thompson’s Pavanne
No one knows or speaks aloud
I must have been looking elsewhere
on that day
Caught the remainder change rolling my way
I miss my sister—
Where has she gone?
A rolling complication
Two wide eyed blues afraid of what is
What’s to come what may may not be
Cracked fragments rising falling memory
Drummers dance to rhythms of their
nameless mountain valley reverie
Unsigned solace
I hear voices of heart song offerings
open hands drawing grace in unity
We look with eyes of thoughts and dream
She asks me if I see the baby crying in the sky🪶
This touched my heart in a very soft place. You expressed it so well, so surprisingly….
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Thank you for reading. I so appreciate your response, PS. 🙏
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You’re welcome. Looks like I left a word or two off haha. Well you understood what I was trying to say.
My sister died suddenly in 2020 and your poem brought her to mind
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I did understand, and appreciated your response to my poem. My brother took his leave suddenly as well. Absence leaves a kind of spinning possibly only those with a similar experience can know. Life is…unexpected challenges.
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I’m so sorry you lost him. Your poems always touch me, because they are so honest
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Thank you. I know you understand the impact of loss as well. We carry it with us as we navigate a path forward from the shattering.
You have gifted me a high compliment for which I am deeply grateful. Thank you for taking time not only to read what I write and post here, but to tell me you have, and that sometimes it’s been meaningful to you.
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