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A Bird’s Song Released

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2013 by dc

When I die I want my soul
To curl into rings of smoke,
Hovering at my wake
And inhaled slowly
By the ones I loved and left;

A smoke that tickles chests
And prompts a thousand memories,
Funny stories passed on,
Shared in bars and at parties
As hearts flutter happy.

I want to be kept alive in song,
In certain words strung together,
Like the passwords
Of true friendships,
A golden reason for living;

And in the midst of the forest
Where my ashes blow free,
I want to gaze at the sky,
Dizzy with peace,
Busy no longer – a bird’s song released.

Funeral Cameo

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2011 by dc

Surrounded by grief
The sound of a huge furnace
Roars through the silence

At the Wake

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 20, 2009 by dc

I opened my heart
To a young nurse from Nice
As I topped up her drinks
And sank into her eyes,

They grieved
Like termites on trunks
As a forest fire spreads
And the heat turns to fear.

The barmaid who served me
Had only one arm
But she was quicker than most,

The tears that I shed
Were brought on by you
And the way you broke down,

These were sweet drunken moments
On a woe led occasion
As I laughed like a gutter
And sweated for jokes,

You were brilliant
And somewhere he knew that.

Sing the Black Ashes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2008 by dc

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
From beacons of worry
We whispered this day once.

Grab memories and stare at
The chimney that’s golden,
The spark of a dead flame,
The last one around here.

Hunt hard for a reason
As gatherers wander,
Look up for a something
And sigh like a steam train.

Sing the black ashes,
The high reaching grey rise,
We join them in moments
And dream as they sleep.