Your voice has gone silent, the echoes have faded.
The light of your eyes is forever, now, shaded.
I’m left with a great gaping hole in my heart,
While my life endures, we have been thrust apart.
The tears well up thickly and my vision blurs.
I have trouble breathing, the problem recurs.
You must be in bliss, that’s my hope and belief,
But now I must stagger, alone with my grief.
We stole priceless hours and shared a pure joy,
But such are the flowers one frost can destroy.
The joyous sweet time that we shared was a boon
I was not prepared when the bill came so soon.
Your life was so fraught with such burdens and pain,
I begged
(For Mavra)
Each day a new self leaves the old one behind.
Some aspects are lost, riven, fixed or refined.
And now I am altered, as if stricken blind,
My world is now solely within my own mind.
My body’s borne burdens with more aches and pains,
It lies weakened now, but my duty remains.
It seems that other parts of me can suffer sprains,
A blood vessel’s burst in my stroke-weakened brains.
Cancer once gripped me, made me weak and ill;
Left scars seen and unseen, I bear them all still.
And now a new illness moves in for the kill.
The weapon last left me, my weakened, mute will.
That will cannot make half my body respond.
I figh
For Mary: The Process of Creation by MensjeDeZeemeermin, literature
For Mary: The Process of Creation
I draw at night
Using memories of light
In the hope that the sight
Of my work will please.
The things that I draw
Every marvel, or flaw
In my mind's eye I saw
With joyous ease.
You behold, you might, then praise.
I draw more both nights and days...
You share ideas,
And I trap them with lines,
Adding colors and shade
To give them form.
If my work is skilled,
You behold, and are thrilled
And the two of us filled
With thoughts that warm.
What shall I draw here and now?
I imagine... Draw it how?
I sit erect,
Take my tablet in hand
For my visions demand
I trap them now.
I know what I see,
How can I make it be
What I strenuously
Trace with
Ursula's Hungry Pear by MensjeDeZeemeermin, literature
Ursula's Hungry Pear
Let all the artists salute
Vernon's unique, dentate fruit.
You don't know 'dentate?'
Oh, good grief!
'Dentate' means 'equipped with teeth.'
Such a viand, might, with spite,
Match you, tasting, BITE FOR BITE!
Touch it not, bugs, with a feeler.
Housewife, spare the rusty peeler!
Shun it, spurn it, wisdom flees!
TEETH ARE NOW GROWING ON TREES!
Chew on this one, and get sore!
This pear's altered--to the core!
Pray the thing will get no bigger.
Ask instead for more of 'Digger.'
What's next? Apples bearing fangs?
So much for MY hunger pangs!
Get it drunk, if liquor's handy,
I've heard pears are good, with brandy.
What is this now that I see?
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