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Clutching
her words
to my vest;
dropping
her dreams
into cloth bundle,
cinched tightly,
secured;
stuffing
my pockets
with her selfless acts
of kindness;
smuggling
her tenderness
to safety
undetected, strapped
to inner thigh;
like a bandit,
I steal away
with memories
of her.
***
Deathpoem by Shinsui – 1769
she’s all soul, sound, and sea churn,
a transcendent conscience reborn,
a graceful slowing of tempo
new world fire leaves old world ashes
her rubied mouth spills leitmotifs of
letdowns, loneliness, languishing pulse.
Can she hear my voice added to her song?
***
Inspired by Ron’s recent take on the Sevenling form.
struggle
relentless, bitter
disquieting, dispiriting, disarming
dutiful, beautiful, wistful, wishful
beguiling, edifying, rejuvenating
merited, spiritual
respite
***
OK… this is my final final poem of the year. I forgot I wrote it. It is in the Diamante style. I encountered this form a few years ago, tried it once, but then promptly forgot it. I became reacquainted with it when I read a fellow writer over at Tao Talk, so I tried it again.
Happy New Year, everyone. Here’s hoping for more empathy and understanding in 2020.
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