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Davidson's List
by James ZealyThe list scrolled slow
Names of blessed spirits
celebrated by a gospel trio
Rites of small town respect
Liquid glycerin trails
Adorn unbelieving cheeks
As faces pale
And red eyes speak
A lecture of denial
Expressionless glassy stares
Reflect on memories and trials
Stiffened postures intered
Emotions rippling on trembling lips
As mothers, brothers, sisters and sons
Aunts, daughters, uncles and in laws slip
slowly past our earnest attempts born
In our efforts to allay
Strangulation by tear oceans
Yet our actions betray
Vain efforts in slow motion
Lips mouthing assertions
That cannot refute sly
Surreal imagery illusions
Of our inability to say goodbye 01/09/2008 Author's Note: Davidson Funeral home has an annual event to help the ones left behind say goodbye. I just did not seem that it worked out that way. First posting in a while been to busy to think outside of work.
Posted on 01/09/2008
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/09/08 at 05:55 AM I hope you'll give us more stuff in the near future, man. This is great. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/08 at 04:28 PM I like this idea of remembering together. It reminds me of the Dia de Los Muertos - Day of the Dead, celebrated mostly by hispanics with different variations in different countries. There is a combination of tears and humor that I think is helpful. |
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