With Me ( a poem about grief)
This morning my brother lit the sky on fire for me to let me know he's ok.
Today he flew in as an eagle to see me from upon a tree. He made a peal call, high and loud to let me know he is watching over me.
Tonight my brother made the light bulb in the moon shine brighter, brighter than before, to let me know he loves me and that I am not alone.
I see his smile in the sunsets, in the mountain peaks and in the ocean waves.
I feel my brother in the wind, in the warmth of the sun and out in nature when it surrounds me like a big, warm hug.
I miss my Brother more than one could know but I know that he is with me, all around me and he is woven into my heart forever so I can take him wherever I go.
Gilda Craigan
Feb 17/24
Categories:
gilda, brother, death, grief,
Form: Free verse
She, Gilda, would run into wall -
he, Chevy, orchestrate fumbling fall -
simply to invoke chuckle, chortle,
titter, spontaneous guffaw.
Carol’s impersonation of lone cleaner,
Bob’s deadpan unsmiling demeanor,
spoke on some basic level to all -
providing service of social screener.
She, Joan, of clever deprecation -
he, Curly, of selfless indignation -
reached for compassionate challenge
in offering gift of spiritual inflation.
Ellen’s casual, sanguine comments -
Rodney’s roguish, insightful laments -
has shined everyday light and mirrored
without lingering hint of niggling offense.
Whatever their name happens to be
it’s not that difficult to see
they loyally and lovingly portrayed
life’s rhythm, rhyme, and absurdity.
So, in this day, a friendly shout
to the individuals whom without
we might never had opportunity to’ve seen
what this strange journey is really about.
Categories:
gilda, humor,
Form: Free verse
Flawless olive sun-kissed face
Piercing large dark brown eyes
A slow dance to her soul her birthplace
Full luscious lips traced with grace
Long thick brown hair her angelic charm
Evan her heaven close to her arms
Her warm nature love content
To extend and sacrifice herself
She’d never know to show
Her living breath to family lives
By: Eve Roper 11/17/2016
Tribute to a friend Gilda Cisneros- Scott
Categories:
gilda, beauty, friend, son, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Nothing to the Imagination
by JD DeHart
She first removed the glove
recalling Gilda, then the sash
then the dress
then the rest until she had
even removed herself and we
searched through fallen robes
to no avail.
Categories:
gilda, beautiful, beauty, symbolism,
Form: Free verse