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Uncle Ernie left
by Julie Adamsour patriarch soared into the shepherd's red sky last night, no delight to be had
but for the heavens...
left mourning his loss like the warm glow of the setting sun,
I cry out over the hills after him; a lonely crane echoing despair
until the last ember of light is snuffed on the horizon,
until my tears are swallowed-up by the wide-mouthed sky,
and somewhere back home, it begins to rain... 09/28/2009 Author's Note: UK, September 27, 2009
Posted on 09/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
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| Posted by Shossana Dreyfus on 09/30/09 at 02:30 PM Oh, I SO dig this ... maybe I'm a tad bias because I have lost a family member very recently and a couple more withing the year - but I really like! It's beautiful without being sappy, and it's personnal and dignified ... indeed ... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/05/09 at 01:52 PM ...julie, this is stout. never have i seen the light-fantastic of life presented in a death's perspective...this is sad of the Uncle Ernie and our/your loss, but it has a happy? lilt to it...you do him great justice... |
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