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My Friend's Death
by Don Matley
It's not like a river run dry
It's not that finite
But neither is it like the gentle wearing of mountains into hills
It's not that gradual
It's not the felling of some great tree
yet some branches will bud no more
it has added infinitesimal dimension to all our lives
It has shaken our very roots
stirred us into frenzied lethargy
It has made conspicuity of absence
and raked our bare nerves with cold dullness
It has not made contrition of vacuity
nor will it ever
for he would want us to keep warm, maintain joy, and be together
08/08/2007 Posted on 08/09/2007
Copyright © 2025 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/09/07 at 01:02 AM This is a wonderful eulogy to your friend. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/09/07 at 03:24 AM Beautiful. Honest, wonderful, heartbreaking. A worthy tribute indeed. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/07 at 02:37 PM You give an elegant perspective to the death of your friend - original and touching. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/10/07 at 02:44 PM Quite profound from start to finish Don. I especially like the oxymoron: frenzied lethargy. Worthy tribute!
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