Soul

Live a ripe,raw,more relevant life.

I wish it were a knight mare of mescal

Mean menopause

But broken says it all                                                      

Sorrow stains tumble into the void around us

Her heart floats above the feather

Hollow deep wavy blue throaty emotional empty

Perspective embraces, we wish for

Mean menopause, a nightmare of mescal

Time defies logic and yours

Is not the only view

Of hell on the mountain

Drop the telescope and climb, climb the rope

Climb, three points contact, methodical, fluid, purpose

Reach down, form follows function

Function

She said, “thank you in advance”

She said, “Breathe with your soul”

She wrote, “forget me after I’m gone”

In two days she was going to be

A southern biscuit sopping up a plate

Full of Hawaii

Eight minutes ago, eight miles ago

Authentic alive an accolade of life

A funeral is like what should have been a five-month

Planned wedding

Compressed into four days

Boxed and compacted with only our vitals showing

Especially so when “how are you today sweetie?”

Is our twenty-five year old

Blonde worker bee

Pain shared is pain lessened

Courtney Marie Darnell died June 5^th at approximately 4:15pm

Six days shy of twenty-six

The afternoon “microburst” maps out pretty

Deliberate;

Just over a little rise headed south on highway 5 into Hot Springs, Arkansas

A tall pine falls straight across the road stopping a car in front of Courtney’s truck.

A tall pine falls straight behind Courtney’s truck, blocking retreat.

A tall pine falls at an angle taking out the cab and Courtney.

No skid marks.

A stout breath, thunder, and she’s gone,

L V C

                                

Author's Note

Know that somehow Courtney is more present,then ever before.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

Eight moments later, eight moments earlier... If those moments could just be redrawn, retracted, relived... But life can never be and so we live on and share our pain like this, piercing heartfelt write of yours. And try to breathe. And try to feel them still there. This was chilling Lee. I'm so sorry for Courtney...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the story of Courtney. I lost many in my life. Hard to grasp and understand. Old age made me accept loss and birth as almost the same. We must do both. The story told of a real person that can't be forgotten. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sheila Kline]

One should take their time to take in the totality of your raw, gripping, intense, tragedy........so sad, so very, very sad! One can be taken away from us in the blink of an eye - this I unfortunately know too well! You have a unique way of telling of an event that leaves one almost in shell shock it seems so real, in your face kind of real.
It is good you know Courtney is more present now! A very intense write!!

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So intensely, moving! I was moved to tears, stunned, at a lose for words...

[An owl on the moon]

How this made me ache... living here in Arkansas as well... knowing the fierce fires that haunt our skies in spring and fall... feel the loss of her life... much too soon.. still so young... a precious life.

[Freedom's Child]

incredible and the emotion the best I've ever read!

[olla]

geeze.. I had to read this more than once.. so much said.. so much to feel.. when the heart speaks the soul listens.. this is what they mean when they speak of the power of love.. this is a powerful piece..

[lee von cleef]

Life ,God, for some reason or another doesn't want me to miss a single emotional experience a great reference ,Me I can look up and the world throws it at my doorstep, Two wheel rocket sparking,squalling across the pavement ,laid over flat, and that's just today,it is not past ten.

[Fred]

Thank you for that. I don't even know what to say... The bit about the wedding/funeral brought tears to my eyes-I know just what to say next time someone asks me how it was. I love your use of language, the way you use vivid images to create a story of emotion, rather than spelling it out in descriptions. Again, thank you.

[lee von cleef]

Courtney is more present in me now then ever , as I try to "Breathe with my soul" Oh the boys wondering around with broken hearts.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

God bless you .... sad , I wish God will send you powers to continue , memories of her Vital fave will stay with you forever
Be storng