I am not the sunrise
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief
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I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street
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I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown
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I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal
inside the spiral
of knotted cobwebs containing
tiny bits and pieces
of my heart
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I should be the connection
of a mind blowing moment
shared between two lovers
in the depth of space
where God closes His eyes
and dusts the universe
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I should be rain
that drips softly within
the magic of an instant
a gorgeous song sung
I should be a beautiful
waste of time
shaped as another excuse
to write this poem
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I should be shapes
and colors assembled
delicate and precise
I should be wilted flowers
lying soft in whispers
of you







This is tender. A nice tribute to her. Sorry for your loss.
Thanks Fia.
This was actually the last ever poem she wrote before the morphine, methadone and chemo took hold of her skull. She was very popular in DU. The truth lies on her death bed and with her children – but as I scribbled in the summary, deluded narratives prevented you all to say a proper goodbye. A huge fucking shame and shameful.
Lovely sad beautiful poem.
Thanks for posting 🙏
Thank you. All plaudits to the author, who sadly, was taken way too young.