Sir Rossen, Errant Knight of WC (1964-2014)A Poem by Bright Ocean StarHe wrote of errant knights, I can't help think that his spirit will forever live on in his poetry, as well as all of us whose lives and poetry he touched with encouragement and inspiration.
Sir Rossen, Errant Knight of WC (1964-2014)
You were among the first to welcome me here to the WC... You wrote of love unrequited a friend's duty of last request sharing a beer at the seaside Out beyond the pier at sunset star-crossed lovers and individual fears Dragon flies and fire flies jousting knights and fire fights rock and roll and rundown bars pretty girls and blasting guitars I just want to know, dear friend... How long did you know your time was nearly at an end? Looking back on your poetic words... it is beginning to be clear. You must have known your end was close, yet you thought enough about the rest of us to send messages of concern, I suppose Your words were prophetic Your wishes made clear You left a set of instructions for someone who was dear Asking for a friend to bring you down to the pier and share with you.... one last beer The poem was clearly written distinct and eloquently phrased You described the place exactly where you wanted your ashes released into the bay. I didn't realize the import the poem would mean for you. It just sounded like a beautiful hypothetical tribute to someone way beyond this crew. As poets, we're known to amble rambling on in solitude we exercise and amplify our wonder and our due We keep our muses busy trading rhymes and counter-clues Oh, dear Rossen, I wish it were not true... You messaged me comments of support and encouragement. You shared with me moments of your life with your son, during trying times when all I could think of was my own. You birthed him in a bathtub You held him first of all. You were so proud to call him yours It was clear he was your Sun. He lit your daylight hours, you waited for morning's break to see his smile light up his youthful, sleepy face. You shared with me pictures of yourself with your son, It's obvious the laughing silliness didn't stop until day was done. You left us all too early We are not ready to say 'Goodbye'. But as, with all great poets... Your words will never die. They are out there in the ethos They mingle on the net They may one day offer comfort to those of us who miss you yet. You will always be welcome as my muse in my head. Just please, don't make me get up too early and out of bed. We will miss you, dear friend. Rest in Peace. Bright Ocean Star; December 3, 2014 © 2014 Bright Ocean StarAuthor's Note
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