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As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry.

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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

“may we pray for you” ~ Duel Poetry


“may we pray for you”

a life
a mere
drop in the bucket
of time
but to me
she was life
my life
swallowed whole
by the industry
she bled for
now she floats
barren in the universe
a token
of corporate greed
“may we pray for you”

a life
a mere moment in time
he joined for life
the gang to live
now she
is the price
of membership
a one-way ticket
but could he?
he has to
or he dies
his mama dies
Why?
“may we pray for you”

by Charlie Martin & River Urke 



This is the sixth poem Charlie/slpmartin and I have wrote together with Duel Poetry.  :) 

Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.


Friday, September 24, 2010

Poetry~ Reminiscing Autumns Past~


I drink my morning coffee camped out on the deck
wrapped in my favorite holey sweater.
Soaking in the magnificent colors of change surrounding me,
breathing in the familiar brisk air as the geese honk goodbye.
I jump at the sound of my sleepy eyed daughter opening the door
looking for her morning hug then leaving as fast as time can pass.
I watch her stroll away, amazed. It’s been ten years!
It’s been ten years since you left!
Ten turn to twenty as memories flood my thoughts.
I remember our hikes dressed in scarves and sweaters
gathering leaves of color and size by armfuls.
Reciting poems to one another as we sat
overlooking the Mississippi valley
smoking a joint and giggling.
The stolen kisses and teasing of future moments.
The different paths that branched us away
believing in a future that was not then.
I remember the phone call many years later.
The tragedy of loosing you forever,
the gift of a new life growing inside me.

River 8/10





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