Dedication Thread for Elisha ( Eerie )
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Dear Tammy,
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Anonymous
How beautiful ❤️
We may be dysfunctional, but DUP is family.
We may be dysfunctional, but DUP is family.
I just found out and I feel like I've been punched in the gut.
We spoke briefly here and there. We commented on each other's writes occasionally.
Even though it was brief it now feels like butterfly kisses on my page.
Fluttering winged words that I will forever cherish.
god bless her and her family.
We spoke briefly here and there. We commented on each other's writes occasionally.
Even though it was brief it now feels like butterfly kisses on my page.
Fluttering winged words that I will forever cherish.
god bless her and her family.
Ahavati said:I've had members reach out to me regarding more information on Eerie's death so I'm bumping this thread.
Thank you so much for this thread, Ahavati. I’ve stayed out of here, trying to avoid the pain of it all, but I realized this morning that I was also avoiding the beauty of it. There is so much love here, and the tree is so fitting. I miss Eerie and I hope her spirit is soaring ❤️
Thank you so much for this thread, Ahavati. I’ve stayed out of here, trying to avoid the pain of it all, but I realized this morning that I was also avoiding the beauty of it. There is so much love here, and the tree is so fitting. I miss Eerie and I hope her spirit is soaring ❤️
Anonymous
So beautiful….
I’ve never been part of a community if people so uplifting.
Thank you, Ahavati for starting the thread.
I’ve never been part of a community if people so uplifting.
Thank you, Ahavati for starting the thread.
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song,
preparing for his crucifixion thorn?
so lonely, for no friends can come along
to bear, with him, the bleeding of his morn.
my psalmody a grand spiritual feast
that populates my worship with His Pen,
i fathom not why He should choose the least,
to insight others with His Sovereign Ken.
my poet's parchment plumes with patent fire
from every fleeting thought that stirs my ink;
time seems too short to script my full desire,
for i am teetering upon the brink
of something i do not now understand.
yet am i willing, where i have no choice,
to strain my ear to His Divine Command;
for nothing bears sound reason otherwise.
my focal lens looks only at myself,
as though i were not clay from Adam's dust;
yet, may i not be least among the twelve,
for to His Grace i yield, whose Love is just.
© Copyright 2024 November 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Author's Note
UPSIDE-DOWN profile pic as a 30-day tribute to the memory of Eerie.
I wrote this poem yesterday morning before getting out of bed, because of a foreboding about whether my life was about to end -- not due to any threats or illness, but because of certain positive confluences I was experiencing, whose purpose I could not comprehend.
I thought of the century palm, which blooms once in its lifetime, at 100 years, and then dies within a year. I also thought of the thornbird, which sings its sweetest song while impaling its breast on the thorn tree, until it dies. These images are reflected in the poem.
When I saw Eerie's death announcement this morning (2024 Nov. 18), I thought I would purpose (or REpurpose) my new poem as a memorial for our dearly departed DU sister and my NaPo Co-Director.
