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Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give way,
may the May pole cherubs...return...to stay.
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give way,
may the May pole cherubs...return...to stay.
Published 3rd Nov 2023
Author's Note
A sonnet my sister recovered which I had composed for the funeral of a nephew who took his own 17 year old life back in 2017.
Rest in peace Ricky...May 10th, 2017
Rest in peace Ricky...May 10th, 2017
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3rd Nov 2023 3:07am
Dear MS,
Your tenderness in the write is so poignant. The subject so difficult. I’m very sorry for your loss and why this piece was written. H🌷
Your tenderness in the write is so poignant. The subject so difficult. I’m very sorry for your loss and why this piece was written. H🌷
3rd Nov 2023 3:23am
My sister and I were chatting this last Sunday at a wake for a dear friend who recently perished due to a lung transplant that didn't take ( see my recent poem...Prolegomenon).
When discussing the sonnet I recently wrote for the wake It reminded me to ask her if she still had a copy of the one I wrote for my nephew, and tonight it showed up in the mail. If I were as organized as my sister, I would never need her help:)
It was certainly a rough go with the sudden loss of a teenager, but our friend with the lung issues was 63, and had been dealing with it for several years. Those sorts of things make a big difference between the two types of loss.
I appreciate the read and comment...many thanks, and Godspeed to you and yours:)
When discussing the sonnet I recently wrote for the wake It reminded me to ask her if she still had a copy of the one I wrote for my nephew, and tonight it showed up in the mail. If I were as organized as my sister, I would never need her help:)
It was certainly a rough go with the sudden loss of a teenager, but our friend with the lung issues was 63, and had been dealing with it for several years. Those sorts of things make a big difference between the two types of loss.
I appreciate the read and comment...many thanks, and Godspeed to you and yours:)
3rd Nov 2023 7:59am
3rd Nov 2023 9:50pm
Thank you.
I feel like Poets have a duty to say something deliberative at times like these, when tragic loss seems to be in ascending ubiquity.
I feel like Poets have a duty to say something deliberative at times like these, when tragic loss seems to be in ascending ubiquity.
4th Nov 2023 6:16am
4th Nov 2023 8:15am
