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AFFLICTED MOON (death of M.A.K.)
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JOURNAL #29 Dreams dream
in epic proportions
magic in a mine shaft
the one brass ring that
evaded the raids
I find myself flailing in habit's grace
I am perhaps
not what the world would wish for
in a poet
I am the only me I really know
and were I a lake
serene and azure blue
gurgling so beautifully
against the back drop of the shores
lined with sand
a caste like bronze would indeed shadow thy face
that of which could never be fully worn
'tis but a breath after all drawn
in a remote and desolate place
such disturbance in the psyche
speaks all too fondly of your
death
the wreath around my heart
ever entwines your door
(Feb 6,2004 315pm)
Ah, this is heart-rending...after reading the poems where the poetess tells us about her great love and longing for M.A.K. this poem shakes the soul. The bitter-sweet beauty of this poem can only be felt by those who have loved and lost. Others just cannot relate. I would like to add my few lines which this composition has inspired in me:
Death the reveller
Mocks love and life
With his scythe.
Yet there are chambers
In the heart and mind
And even the soul
Where the beloved lives on
Forever...
Far and safe
Beyond death and oblivion.