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Private Mourning
by Dan KastenI have no idea what to do with my memories of you
every day I danced in silence constructing perfect buildings
filled with everything we ever wanted and I would count the minutes
until I could hear your soft voice speak to me in a language only we shared
today my bones rattle before the Founder
blinded by the shivering memories of touch and smell
waiting at the edge of something I couldn’t escape nor foresee
as I listen to the rain hit my windows, I reach out with cupped hands
for a drink of what God would have me know
if I were to have listened before he would have told me
that I was a fool to think that a prism was as clear as still water
that the drunk in the corner laughing was right all along
that 2:30 is the worse time of day and
that life and love without risk is meaningless
that is one message I have always heard, which is why
when history writes this chapter I am sure it will be kind
while middle America aches with the loneliness of clouds
I sort through the last year of my life I and realize once again
that arrogance and money were just not strong enough weapons
against time and distance, that strength in words cannot replace strong shoulders
or the touch of a soft hand on days where the dead bury their dead
while the beautiful days carousal in my mind,
it is without regret in my private mourning
that there will always be a tear in my eye ready to release upon the sound of your name. 12/25/2010 Posted on 12/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/25/10 at 11:46 PM This is lovely - I particularly like stanzas 3 & 4. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/26/10 at 12:05 AM "While the beautiful days carousal in my mind"...that's a perfect description of how memories play. It does sound as though kindness in just the right measure is called for now. Sending some now... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/26/10 at 08:50 PM ...a definite, private moment. from many angles and i love the prism reference, near-genius. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 12/27/10 at 02:56 AM Just beautifully written, and the sadness of a loved one leaving, never to return. When this happens does your soul feel lifeless as the persons body is laid to rest with their memory all that remains? |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/27/10 at 06:09 AM I regret that there are too many people in the world that do not accumulate in their life time as much truth and wisdom as this one poem holds. |
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