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[title] => ..a life to be remembered
[time] => 2005-08-27 23:02:45
[hometext] => ...a friend once told me, they would be eternally happy to die on the back of a horse.. and so I write..
[bodytext] => The horse came back alone over the morning hills of some hushed and tranquil Texas town, no longer bearing you, its master.. missing the guidance of your hand nudging it into homecoming.. wondering perhaps, why you had stayed behind- why you had fallen so soft and sudden to earth.. wordless in the wet grass. A moment before, you had ridden over like the wind, surveying your green valley as ever with love. Down the smokey air, a calling.. hushing you high and hearted in a cloud.. cradling you away from your valley and your city.. from brisk tenements, darkly swarming with weary life and sibling streams.. and hedges brimming with song. You knew and celebrated with conjoined agony and affection, that sudden whisper on the wind With rain and growing things of earth brethren to you in that last union, that would sing you proud into peace and from a turbulent life.. yet with blunt sensitivity of one and trading not with images but imperatives in one rush of zealous possesion, that stole your breath past stream and pavement in that moment out of time that finds you now deceased, small and alone. _____ You were solicitous of mute mayhem.. crashing through lives with healing; ..your staunch words, flashing into minds. Cramped and closeted in grey continuity of office.. an MD to the anonymous, poor and maimed.. loud with tenderness for broken things.. making strength and ethics, "Belief" out of those deep unsaid sorrows of your life, vain and strong and innocent of malice, beautiful in the last and only sense. Friend of friends and seer of my sapling years, I would not feel your absence as pain... ..knowledge of love once gained and given is never lost or betrayed into unknowing.. and there are always shooting stars! ..for Rita M.O.H. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 380 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Man_On_High [notes] => (Edited for spelling by Mod_11) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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