Jagged edges of this morning,
clad in black skies dark adorning,
issues now it’s subtle warning
leaving living souls depressed.
Jagged are emotions teeming;
deep within, our hearts are screaming;
‘pon our cheeks our tears are streaming
with our sadness now expressed.
Jagged are the headstones wearing
names of souls departed bearing
sadness in those here still caring,
left behind with death’s bequest.
Jagged are my deepest feelings;
deeper still my thoughts revealing;
death now leaves emotions reeling
as we lay your soul to rest.
October 22, 2023
Elinore Catherine Gondolf
March 31, 1924 - September 23, 2023
Rest in peace, Mom.
Categories:
elinore, death of a friend,
Form: Rhyme
I want to wright something light
I'm sick of all this darkness
Maybe if i wright something light
i will feel lightheaded
all this darkness in my mind weighs me down
i wan to wright something light
STOPPED CHILD DON'T YOU KNOW LIGHT CAN NEVER PENETRATE INTO THE DEPTH OF ARE SOUL
Elinore wishers behind my ear
SOME HOW
she says
YOU HAVE SLIPPED FROM MY NOSE
FOUND A WORLD WERE FREEDOM COMES NATURALLY
LIKE THE BIRDS FLY AND THE BUZZ ON THE BEES
I love the way the bees buzz and birds fly
this freedom that is alive
i reply
SILL BODY
she spits back
YOUR NOTHING BUT A PUPPET THAT'S BROKEN ITS STRINGS
but we are one are we not
a jackal and hide in the same mind
STOPPED GIRL
she replays
YOUR NOTHING BUT A BODY AND I'M THE MIND INSIDE
we share a soul like you said
and with out this body you mind could never thrive
DO NOT TRY AND PLAY THIS GAME OF TWISTED WORLDS I CONTRAIL WHAT THIS BODY DOUSE
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HEART BEATS WHISPER THAT PLAYS ON REPEAT
Categories:
elinore, philosophy, body, freedom,
Form: I do not know?
B orn Elinore Harris
I influenced all of jazz
L ies unknown to you were told
L ove of music, your soul
I ncarcerated so young, for nothing…a bully
E veryone adores your- Lady Sings the Blues
H e manipulated you
O h so many nights you shone
L onliness found you
I n clubs, unaware
D evestation to you, beware
A sad story in the end
Y ou died as Queen of the scene, but not in your own eyes
A. Green
Dedication to Billie Holiday
April 7, 1915 – July 17, 1959
Categories:
elinore, black african american, music,
Form: Acrostic