I am sad to report that one of our most active and valueble members has passed away...
She joined PostPoems in 2003 and has posted well over 4,000 poems.
http://postpoems.org/authors/palewingedpoetess
I have updated her profile page with details and links where you can express condolences to her family.
For postpoems. She was one of the brightest stars in this poetic sky. She will be missed, dearly.
To the night, fly free
Lady poetess with pale wings
You were an inspiration to us all.
Now is the time for you to spread those pale wings.
Those wings quietly tucked away thru life.
Now your words will continue to spark us.
As a lovely life led and learned.
Thank you for your words and time.
For us, upon this plane.
grace, her talent and her wit will be missed....
Peace
pale winged poetess
Dylan
grace, her talent and her wit will be missed....
Peace
pale winged poetess
Dylan
Even if i didnt
Know her that well.
KS
I know what i know
And it is hard to find
Good love
Till you know
It is gone
a new journey now begins,you will be missed from family and friend
Melissa Jane
.
Affinity between poet writes,
we otherwise would never
have met never having
breathed the same air, although
we did exhale in unison on
occasion. Our sighs filled voids.
.
So, you die young, too many
words yet untyped, unshared.
Old, I wish youth survived
and the Lord we mutually worship
had taken me instead. I would trade
lifetime to give you more time
to preach to the proven faithful
and the seemingly irretrievable.
.
I lost a Bible verse once and you
knew where to find it, by rote.
I thanked you then and thank
you posthumously for the awe
that is you.
.
Mostly, I remember faith,
a willingness to share His love
with anyone with eyes to hear
acute and humble wisdom;
a gift as righteous vision.
.
Heaven, unlike anything a woman
imagines, enforms you in a way
no one can create. Joy and despair
are human acts. Tears and laughter
are unknown in the where that
owns rights to your sacred song.
.
Sin is no more, praying left here,
beside your existence. Regret, like
joy or death, smiles or sorrow,
is gone. We regret, remember
continuances and endings,
mirth and anguish. You teach us
that everything eventually
turns to ash.
.
More intimate than love songs
or versed dirge lines taken from
your senses; you as free flowing,
a ril slicing the living gently, warmly,
into one part spirituality's well trod
landscape and one part clay born of wet
dust. Such a small entity, a miracle.
.
We see your voice as if a neon sign
were graffitied on an alley wall, spray
painted on the surfaces of our astute
abilitities to hear you excellently
well. You are a voice now in the choir.
A miracle indeed.
Stella Crews
05-08-16
552a
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I miss her - Lady A
Mmm what exactly happened to her, :(
to leave us so soon?
I feel so sad. We have lost such a wonderful poetess.
I pray for her soul to rest in peace