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Memory’s — — Space

April 25, 2017 by Dale 2 Comments

Today — —
you rest
remembered — — in
— — a space — —
a place
of sand — — and
ash
pawprints — — upon
— — an urn
a soft spot
a safe — — sojourn
waiting — —
having left — — me
listening
— — to your
memories — —
writing space
— — finding time — — is
forever — — in
my heart.

In — — the space — —
of a lifetime
— — lived
— — you ran
across — — the sand
fetching
— — bounding
— — as a butterfly — —
across
milkweed pressed — — to
the land.

I touch — —
through — — space — —
my fingers — — dive
into — — your softness — —
feeling
— — you — —
against my fur
chest — —
remaining
ashes — —
clinging — — to
my skin.

Inside — — darkness’
— — space — —
you lay — — scattered — —
sitting
at attention — — for
release — — a
— — word — —
“Come.”

Ben's Urn (above)

∞

Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017).  Today’s prompt: write a poem that explores a small, defined space. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

Post-script: written on the occasion of Ben’s 21st birthday. I miss you.

 

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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Comments

  1. Anonymous says

    April 25, 2017 at 9:04 pm

    How beautiful for Ben, forever in your heart. Lovely words for his 21st Birthday. Rest peacefully little fellow.

    Reply
    • Dale says

      April 25, 2017 at 10:14 pm

      Thank you kind stranger — all the more kind because in the process of sharing, Ben has touched another soul. Thank you for the kindness of your words.

      Reply

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