November Cries

November cries crimson grief in your name

another birthday passes without pause

tears rain from the heavens in restitution

do the doves coo in light of you,

are your wings brighter than the sun,

have you climbed that phoenix to salvation,

what were your thoughts in that last breath,

did you continue to think of me as you leapt? 

my prayers for your safe journey were never interpreted

send me a sign on the day you were born

a miracle of butterfly's flutter upon autumnal skies

you are buried deep in my heart although your ashes

wafted towards ageless blue moons to radiate into stardust

Author's Note

captcha~omnify
Another beyond luverly tune composed by Jack...thank you my dear friend.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Sadness pours from your pen this day my sweet friend. Your love for your sister always shows in your words and your thoughts. I know she is proud of you and she feels each and every one of these you pen. My heart weeps for you and the emptiness engulfs me as I read. Your are an amazing talent Frieda, even when the fog rolls in thick and heavy on your mind you still can see beyond the darkness to the light that was Lee. And believe me, she sees your light each moment, she feels your love and wants your smile to return. Your gifts to her are also gifts to us, beautiful memories that we will never forget. Just remember, you are not alone...we walk with you, hand in hand.

[Larry Dyson]

just spoken many times of what your beautiful , sharing in prose has produced in my heart , soul and mind...He just expressed it so well I will not even attempt to say other than...two of us feel just this way...and he penned it well and loving...will you share it over on FB as well ,if not may I share it on FB as yours..my fellow writer?

[Cassie]

Hey Jack, thank you for speaking most of our minds, we adore you Frieda. I couldnt say more. Peace to you, your sister is at a better place and when she looks down on you. am sure she smiles and appreciates how a good sister you are.

[Pryde Foltz]

Simply stunning, Frieda.

you are buried deep in my heart although your ashes
wafted towards ageless blue moons to radiate into stardust

An amazing write.

[Diana]

Eerie captcha. Omnipresent seems a good word for this.

"November cries crimson grief in your name
another birthday passes without pause"- stopped breathing for a sec after reading that line...

"wafted towards ageless blue moons to radiate into stardust"- Stardust- small but a great part of the universe.

[icelandicblue]

This is heart wrenching Frieda. All those milestones once celebrated now remind us only of loss and sorrow. This poem bares a suffering that we wear like a skim coat of plaster- it is always cracking and is never smooth. I am moved beyond words and I am so sorry that a day that once held joy is now a heavy weight for you to carry:

you are buried deep in my heart although your ashes
wafted towards ageless blue moons to radiate into stardust

You are in my thoughts.

[Ken Simm.]

This butterfly flits and still lands on the most beautiful thoughts. The sadness and love here is palable.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another eloquent ant poignant 'Lee' poem that shows the love you had for your sister but the sadness that you seem to be destined to be a perpetual victim of her desperate act.

[redflutterby]

Oh Frieda...my tears fall like rain!! What should be a day filled with sisterly love and laughter is filled with the pain of unanswered questions and deep grief. I know you weep for her every day but the day she was born and the day she died must be unbearable. Your words are so beautiful even in their sadness. Sending you love and hugs...and lighting a candle for Lee. x

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Such sadness within your longing to that special person and along the prayers that are reaching heaven . She is radiating in the stardust indeed. I guess birthdays and deaths are signs for us to realize greater things than us in the universe...Glad to see you back...:).........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you might someday do a book of these lovely poems in tribute to your sister...

lovely and sad.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jacob, like minds......