Death of a Poet

Death of a Poet

A Poem by riskrapper
"

eulogy for the passing of a friend

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there is no courage in dying

the inevitability of mortality
defeats all mortals

words do not evaporate
nor has a life ever been
ill spent

the ardor of love
transcends the spare
bits of temporal time
we are allotted

revealed truth is
immutable, reified
by the quill you so
aptly wielded

as you traverse
new landscapes
guided back to
the bosom of love

may your heart
be filled with
gratefulness

may your vision
remain keen

the universal
mind
fills with questions

asking...

did you help the world
see with new eyes?

did you satiate a
hunger for understanding?

did thunder sound from
your melodious musings?

did your whispers bespeak
enigmatic revelations?

did you knock someone
off their horse with your
eclectic epiphanies?

did you fearlessly
love?

give selflessly?

speak honestly?

did you bind
the broken?

did you cleave
the separated?

did you repair
the breach?

did you shame
the arrogant?

did you burn effigies
of dogmas?

pierce the armor
of rust strewn ideology?

bury the corpse
of dead religions?

did you write
psalms of
affirmation?

did your
lamentations
sing the light
of hope?

did you transcend
the confines of banality?

caress the seduction
of beauty?

did you kiss
a love starved
world?

did you embrace
our common
afflictions?

rest easy my
brother

you did these things
and more

you did not
do these things
and more

your mortality is affirmed
in a sweet symphony of death

your words are
confetti sprinkled
upon the earth

each letter a seed
taking root, sprouting
a bloom of truth

a rich abundance
joyously harvested
in a celebration of
the courage of
your blessed life

Selah



Michael Reardon
left this earth 5/19/12
at the age of 56

Godspeed Beloved

Music Selection:
The Dubliners
Finnegan's Wake

jbm
Oakland
5/24/12

© 2012 riskrapper


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incredible essence, as is always the case with your work. the language, the rhythm, the sentiment, and the subject matter, all glow with the epitome of poetry. thank you for your talents, good brother, and may your brother rest in peace as a brother of mine.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on May 24, 2012
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Tags: Michael Reardon, poet, eulogy, Dubliners, Finnegans Wake