Friend Death Poems

a protagonist

Shut the door to the purple and bruised
in the dark like an old dog and a bone
refuses the water too and a stew.
cooked to be

OUR PUZZLE

Friends of ours have died this year…
and though we’ve had friends who’ve died before…
as each year we grow a little older…it seems to happen more.

We’re

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend.
It gets harder and harder the nearer the end.
And there's just no hope for a remedy.
Your

Epitaph on Jade Goody

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am,

Sweet to Die

If in thy love I meet my mortal end, how sweet to die,
Or if thy breath restores my soul, what joy draws nigh.

Thou art an

Stroke

Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's

She's Still With Me

She came tonight, a whisper soft,  
As I lay reading, lost in thought.  
Her warmth curled close, a phantom grace,  
And time

Dweller of our heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”

Dweller of our heart

A sun went out, a silent, sudden night,
and left a

Watch Me Fall

I took another pill today
To take the blinding pain away
I drifted into loneliness
The only friend I'll never miss

I walked the line so I could see
A

His Constant Companion

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at

Shiver

In another life, we were.

I hope you found
what you are looking for.

Is it too late?
Don’t turn around.

Here and everywhere,
I remember you.

In the summer wind,
what once

The Hand Reader

It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An

Unexplainable

Unexplainable 

Generations comes forth, Generations passing.

People acknowledging personal memoirs, 
Reflections with the truth, No assumptions.

Accommodations inexplicable,  unlike experiences. 

Delays of Mysteries are similar when

Plans We Never Got to Keep

We hadn’t talked in years,
not really.
Not since childhood,
when grass stains
and ghost stories
bound us like magic.

Cousins,
but closer than that —
best friends
before the world grew quiet.

We were