Poetry-Thing Thursday: Last Page Requiem

One last page on which to pen my thoughts.
One final word to be had.
A single series of lines,
letters, and words to be written,
before yet another clean slate.

I must reflect,
on what has come since,
the first of my ink touched these pages,
and there I find myself now.

Time and dedication;
the soul of all great things.
The sum of man’s endeavors,
can be found to contain these.

Am I any different?
Might any of us be?
After all we,
as me,
are Human.
Our muse, imagination,
our benefactor, perspiration.

The total of sweat, blood, tears,
is the product of divinity–
not the kind of myths,
nor Gods or deities,
instead that of hope and passion,
the welled ink of creation.

So on this last page, a requiem,
for all that’s come and gone,
in order to depart from the past,
and continue on into an even greater future.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: We’ve Had Words

We’ve had words,
most of which will never be remembered.
Ran with different herds,
that nonetheless vanished late September.

But all the same,
I felt sadness, isolation,
when your name,
appeared for death’s orientation.

Though I feel very little,
these days for those of the past,
I’ve never found acquittal,
for broken hearts at flags half-mast.

It was a lifetime ago,
for you especially now,
that I watched your storm blow,
but now you’ve taken your bow.

The lights have dimmed.
The stage is gone.
Your mascara thinned,
all now over yon.

Out of time and space and life,
a fire dimmed forever, ne’er to be bright,
but to also never feel strife,
nor fade without a fight.

Strangers, perhaps we were,
but I feel you’d say otherwise.
Even if I were a blur,
you’d never allow for lies.

So now we say goodbye.
Forevermore do we part,
and with a lone, final sigh,
I lock you away in my heart.