it poemed through your death…

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…the colour from her dream,

it drained right through dimensions,

the syntax, and the stream.

Euphonious not to mourners

the notes unveiled in grief,

but heaven writes the harmonies

and descants of relief.

A young life filled with purpose

and at peace with what was granted,

the air broke into sombre tears

and drenched our hearts enchanted.

Our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly,

were washed and torn united,

we shared the pieces silently

a mosaic of love requited.

We will never be the same again

for all the death we’ve seen,

my heart is full of unexplained

it bows to deeds unseen…

 

(This was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. He talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys…)

life and death issues. mainly life. except when they’re about death. which is also life. maybe life/death

I was planning to write the best poem in the history of the known universe tonight, naturally, right? {*life goals*. This point made even more credible and significant by these squiggly brackets.}
Then I started drinking this rum and coke and it seems the poem fell into the glass {because, where else would it be?}
I thought I could drink down to it. Turns out, I am still kind of naive about a few things…

Oh, and I have been preoccupied thinking about a funeral my husband will be conducting tomorrow, for a popular member of this community, who was only 20.
(He was on his dirt bike, competing, when his bike stalled, mid air.)
It’s going to be a huge funeral.

There’s a lot going on right now, it seems (- Captain Obvious.)
So I did what any normal human would do when slapped in the face with all angles sharpened on profundity: I started going through my Facebook page.
I’m not on there as much as I used to be, and it was delightful to find this post. I thought I would share it. Because, there are some amazing people in this world. I am beyond grateful that I know some of them.  And is there a greater gift than people who just get you? And that we are all in this together?

’13 August 2016 ·
Is beginning to wonder about my reputation …last night as I arrived at our church quiz night, and at our Monday evening bible study, the first thing I hear is, “You’re here! We didn’t want to start drinking till you got here…” (Wait, did I say I was worried about my reputation…that moment has passed 😉 )’

 

what…

did you think

as the world spiralled by

in colours you couldn’t wear

and memories you couldn’t make?

why

did I think

that you would live forever?

And we could drop from the swirl

tomorrow at your door,

reminiscing autumned haze

we never shared.

 

The quietest breeze passed

before we could uncoil a sigh.

Your brilliant paintbox

mourned all the more

for the world’s unknowing.

(In honour of one of our church members who was a remarkable man. He was a quadriplegic who died suddenly today. I am truly saddened for not taking the time to know him better.)

“choirs of stars appearing…”

The gifts you leave behind

there are no words for,

this bouquet of memories

leaves a scent of a doorway

to concertina-d time,

where I’d wake in the night

so gently enveloped

by the musical dreams

of a fellow insomniac,

composing your art on piano,

transposing your sight onto canvas,

our hearts

pressed up against the glass in wonder

at our endless sight.

But the only glass that reveals now

is filling

with the ends of sand.