This is a poem I wrote shortly after a friend's son died tragically young last month.
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New poem, “Best in Black”
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Right here, always
What a gift to get, Even at an end– To begin anew again.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Go in grace
I taste it in my voice, running like a river, mingling with others... flowing in and out, filling up the endless sky...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Treading water
I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: To catch the light
there is only that instant... when it returns... and I know such warmth again... when understanding dawns.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: only silence
a chance come round again, well-earned and willing, to sing a new song, wonderful and wise...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me, fallen to earth below...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever... only a tender cocoon... readying us for the life... yet to come.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant, to stop, this miracle in motion, nature’s hidden, fragile light, beautiful and boundless...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: firewalker
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff you’re made of...