Two poets this year. And my life is richer for it. I dived into Elmore Leonard after he died, and did the same with Seamus Heaney. The Irish still have that voice, don’t they?
Wedding Day
I am afraid.
Sound has stopped in the day
And the images reel over and over.
Why all those tears,
The wild grief on his face
Outside the taxi?
The sap
Of mourning rises
In our waving guests.
You sing behind the tall cake
Like a deserted bnride
Who persists, demented
And goes through the ritual.
When I went to the gents
There was a skewered heart
And a legend of love.
Let me
Sleep on your breast to the airport.
And talk about ancient. Here’s the great Sufi poet, Rumi. Great not only for literary excellence, but ideal for daily meditations and writing tune-ups.
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
this place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over.