To Catherine

No matter, the road you have taken and stars  counted
the journey still vibrates with your energetic laughter
splendid expression of hope companion.

You never  give up in defeat,  calm
you search out those moments, that will light up the rainbow
with a new shade of colour between deep blue and dark red 
unraveling the ribbon of meaning.

Your dreams have magnified  in your collection of esoteric symbols
saying, seeing a hope future, power in the present and mapwork of
magic special people.What a concrete structure you stand between!
Rushmore looking back, the Rockies of the 90's and the art of 
writers and poets coursing relentlessly through search engines of learning.

You must have danced on the doorstep 
of  Woodstock turf of Freedom and jangled in Jimi Hendrix,
Santana Soul as you sailed through the years of magic
mushrooms and Castenada rolling hills in Ixtlan?  I cannot tell you 
where your spirit was drenched and your body beautified
with eyes of opaque  violet emeralds looking through me as 
a passerby on a slow train to nowhere?

I will wait at the next station to clip your ticket,
pull the whistle
stay back on this one last journey
to write the notes of the novel
that will embed this urgent understanding
in permanence.

I will wait.....

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago

Reviews

[Joshua W. Harris]

This is a truly wonderful piece of poetry. It holds your attention and thrusts the images into your mind no matter how you read it. It transports you to the lives of these people, and it wording that you use is damned close to flawless. Well done! A fantastic write, and a very satisfying read! =]

[J.P. Bristow]

Memories...painfully perfect ..seemingly full of colours and grace. Here's hoping you will continue to share her stories and light until your stars realign.

[Matching Socks]

Lovely, you write so beautifully.
The same one that got away?
:)

[Marshall]

No, Ma'am I was talking about a salmon swimming upstream!
Joking. No one got away. In fact, maybe I escaped this ball of energy and re-invented myself
as a poet from loony tunes?
I swear love only to special people who love metaphors and write magical numbers and are good with numbers and slumbers ( in Paris). He he. Number 106 coming up.

[Matching Socks]

Funny. Smartass. :)

[Marshall]

Who dragged me into this gladiator ring?

[Matching Socks]

:) innocent

[Marshall]

No offense Baby. Sometimes I fall flat on my face, when I get crazy funny. Don't mix with such nutty poets. But anyway I laughed loud and clear when I responded with the Chinook swimming upstream by Rushmore. I have to be very 'cautious' ( in brackets) because I will be scalped if I step over in the lions den!

[Matching Socks]

What? Did I miss something? My decoder is not working!
I'm afraid to ask, so I won't.

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow. This is really a beautiful tribute piece -- whether it be to someone who meant a lot who has now passed on or just grown older, it is a wonderful poem.

[Marshall]

Thank you, Sir, the lady is alive and kicking and has that same energy.

[Lyn Anderson]

That is so nice, and I although my avatar is my own Tom cat, I am of the female persuasion.