Eulogy
The ghost of the past celebrated
The love once held within the bosom of an innocent heart,
Hoarded with memories arisen from joy,
The precious first glance of a sweet handsome face,
When this girl gave her heart to a boy.
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Stirrings of need cascade upon her shoulders,
Worn as a glorious cape of sacrifice and care,
A single touch of the exquisite future possibilities,
Protected within a cocoon of a lifetime affair.
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But the promises died a slow tortured death,
Broken apart by destruction and a lack of fight,
An ego of growth that harmed their essence,
Until goodbye was all that could make it right.
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The after effect of a dead romance,
Laid bare inside a polished coffin of finality,
A stipulation of feelings laid beside the resulting tears,
Buried deep within two shattered hearts in reality.
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Flowers dropped upon the essence of what once was,
Maturity enveloping the wisdom at last,
Bygones are the rhythm of acceptance,
Letting go of the ghosts of the past.
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As the body of the lost is lowered to its final rest,
A sense of letting go an absolute relief,
Closure received after a lifetime of regrets,
And a cleansing immensity rides past the grief.
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There’ll always be the memories of a life once lived,
Remembered fondly without the crushing pain,
Wisdom allowing the burying of wants and dreams,
Knowing a death is necessary to begin to live again.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Hi, my name is Sam, It's a pleasure to meet you. Hi Sally, I'm Jim. A Senryu Poem Senryū (川柳) is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 morae (often translated as syllables, 5-7-5). Senryū tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. (Wikipedia)
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Comments (6)
Love it Sis 💕💕
And this phoenix, too, shall rise again.
Knowing death is necessary to begin life again. That line was sooooo deep! And so true! Loved your poem my friend!
Wonderful piece. Well done, as always
Colleen, loved your inspirational eulogy!!!
I really like the way you hold the putting aside of past things to pick up the new.