Her Elegy : a poem for my daughter

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Colors bruised

the shades of yellow evaporate

her lips swollen with you

scenes she no longer can tolerate .

eyes of a doe , eyes of a doe

winter a cold heaven of snow .

pools of mercury keep

the night collapses deep

teal shadows saturate

unknown dwellers assassinate .

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I saw her hold Chopins heart

sealed tight in a glass jar

a song held in her hands … little lark .

eyes of a doe , eyes of a doe

lips frozen with snow .

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I see her once more

that wing on her shoulder

a broken limb

his hymn only a pseudonym .

her ballad is lonely

wailing in worship

on and on and on

she waits for the night to retaliate .

eyes of a doe , eyes of a doe

spring seeds beneath the snow .

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Paintings by William Turner

Music score : Back to Black Album by Amy Winehouse … Nina Simone , Feelings ( 1976 )

30 thoughts on “Her Elegy : a poem for my daughter

  1. Wonderful Winterland, though morose, as Winter themes can simultaneously be. It reminded me of that song I shared with you the other day! I would say I hope you are doing well, but I will say I hope you are feeling real, as too often people think that to do well is to be numb to uncomfortable feelings, that are healthy to feel in proportionate doses and to communicate in constructive ways, which often simply can be down simply be dwelling. Nostalgia need not be all bad, we would not look back very long unless we wanted to remember, excluding PTSD and OCD experiencers.

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