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Dia Tucker Poem
How would you like your death announced?
In joyous bells, sweet song through the town
or a solemn dirge, sung in an otherwise quiet church?
Don't mind me much, it's completely your choice
but I must make a sale you see.
Whether they throw flowers and toast to your glory
Whether they dress in black and weep til morning
it makes no difference to me
If the fanfare isn't your thing
obscurity is always an option
But an ego, such a fragile thing, can't bear it
A forgotten grave where moss makes its home
too melodramatic for me
Alas, you humans are so strange
There's a ticking
Can you hear it?
It seems your time is fast approaching
So what is your choice
poor soul so close to the end?
Is it joy?
Is it sorrow?
Or a darkness with no light?
I don't mean to rush, but there's the sake of my sale
What's left for you to mend?
And the reaper will not be kept waiting
Copyright © Dia Tucker | Year Posted 2012
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Dia Tucker Poem
Earth
Dirt pours between my fingers
my energy returns
Steady as the ground beneath me
Send a prayer to Demeter
Air
Cool breeze runs across my face
Look to the clouds, float gently across the sky
I feel like the swift sparrow through the leaves
Send my joy to Khaos
Water
Freely flow through streams and rivers
To you I am pulled, a calm when you are near
A steady drip of water, one day my cup will fill
Poseidon has sent for me
Fire
Draws me to it's warmth
Turns my calm to a quick temper
but away from it, my back will never be
I call out to Hestia
They call me to walk my Wiccan path
In their hands my spirit will ever be
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Dia Tucker Poem
Wind whispering
through my fingers
dancing in my lady's light
Sacred moon shine
down into
this fairy circle
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Dia Tucker Poem
The tree stands out
A maiden with skin of bark
and hair of Spanish moss
Count yourself among the rare
to gaze upon her
So many pass, yet never see
Leaves that fall are her tears
Clear them away
Sign that someone still cares
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Dia Tucker Poem
Around my shoulders
Light of moonlight falls
Witness to a delicate dance
Through whispering fields
Joy and peace, a shield
For darkness wishes near
A breeze whistles through the leaves
A tinkling laugh, I know
She will be there
Even as I open my eyes
Copyright © Dia Tucker | Year Posted 2012
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