Visions Of An Island Night Echo In Canyons Of Memory

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Open Poetry #38

Visions Of An Island Night Echo In Canyons Of Memory

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2006-07-04 11:49 PM

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When you died I held my breath without thought,
without intent
until reptilian reflexes from the brain stem
sent a spark to spasm air into my lungs,
until I was aware how much work it is to breathe
when the need for breathing has been forgotten.

A misbegotten job in tropic May,
no moon and little breeze
just the tease of honor, skill and loyalty driving both of us
in ways we each thought we could control,
it saddens me to hear your laughter only in my dreams
when it seems I feel your soul inside me every day.

I have been told many times,
while succeeding at becoming old,
that I have no gene for happiness,
perhaps it’s true
and yet I recall I laughed with you
when even now I know I can’t remember why.

©2006 by icebox
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passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2006-07-04 11:54 PM

strange how those details slip away but the mood is never forgotten

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2006-07-05 12:14 PM

"until reptilian reflexes from the brain stem
sent a spark to spasm air into my lungs"

thank goodness
the lungs take the lead
as the heart shuts down

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