as long as those we leave behind
remember what we've written
in word or deed in act or screed
the medium I do believe
is less important than the act of memory
which means in perpetuity
we've never left at all
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inspired by Poet Desh's After I am gone...
she reached out
the other day
that unaccustomed channel
long ago grown dark and musty
with its windows sealed and shuttered
springing open in a flash
and filled with light and
was it
just the slightest touch of warmth
a space for conversation
not long before replies subside
the pattern reasserts
the light grows dim
and darkness brings the cold
comets never linger
near the sun
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these words I read that resonate
a fool believes that they relate
a message meant for him
shush
patience is my armor
and within this fortress
expectation holds no sway
you are welcome here
and there are snacks
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like verse penned with great care
her words
mean more than
just what's written there
or are these doubts delayed
and ruminations
merely figments
of imagination
running fevered o'er ellipsis
betwixt lines perspective shift is
subtle and sublime
or height of hubris to believe
he's target of what is perceived
the truth in all this consternation
regarding what she said
and meant
the truth regardless of intention
right over head with heels
it went
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the motley fits
just like a glove
it coruscates
and shines
attracting smiles
and glances
from the goddesses
so fine
but mostly it
puts up a wall
of armor
tissue thin
and in each caper
deftly hides
these foolish tears
within
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