8.10.2010

Blue Tuesday





The elder died
the people cried
ringleader of the poets tribe

Collective gasp
he'd lost his grasp
his words belong now to the past

If we had known
the seeds were sown
that he was only ours on loan

Just one more day
more time to play
before he had to go away

8 comments:

  1. thanx, i loved reading this poem. so true and tender. i second that emotion.

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  2. I still can't believe it. There is definitely a hole without him. A beautiful tribute.

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  3. Thanks Brad & Selma. I hope everybody is holding up okay.

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  4. Sorry tipota, I didn't thank you. I thought I had posted. Much thanks for stopping by :)

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  5. Thanks Sumedh...hope you are well my friend.

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  6. I still visit Paul's website as a sort of shrine and saw your comment: The tribe has lost its Shaman. So true.

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