© 2026
Dead Poet
dirty crimson winter
poet takes an icy lane
more slippery than most
greybound skies soon splinter
with the echoes of her pain
the screaming of her ghost
we could only watch this
many miles from where she lay
and bled upon the snow
shocked by murder’s cold kiss
there was nothing I could say
and nowhere I could go
she was less than forty
less than half of all my years
with so much life ahead
then the icy sortie
shed her final bloody tears
and left a poet dead
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01/09/25 12:29 a.m.
Renee, I have made some subtle changes I think you would like. Rest in peace, sweet child.
This is a beautiful tribute, and I will follow your lead and write one in honor of her.
Thank you, Fia. Please let me know when you do, I’d like to read it.
FYI, I made some subtle changes that satisfy my need to give Renee a little more.
I’m sure Renee would approve of any kind word through verse from another poet. Nice tribute.
Thank you, Tim, I appreciate your kind words. I wish I had made it better. I may come back to make revisions.
As I just added to my post to Fia: ‘FYI, I made some subtle changes that satisfy my need to give Renee a little more.”
I’ve done the same.
I think I see the changes. It’s a beautiful, yet powerful poem.
Thank you, Tim. I must say, with all that’s happening, I am exhausted. That’s not a complaint, just the effect of all this on my mind as much as my body; I’m getting too old to be even a word warrior, especially when I must be concerned for the safety of my family. I’ve been to several protests here in Austin, though it’s hard to get around even with a battery powered wheelchair. I don’t relish doing that when ice (water ice) comes to cover streets and sidewalks. And yes, that does happen here — snow sometimes, too. But ice of any kind is not welcome here. With Texas having a very large border that is NOT fenced off, and our very large migrant community, it’s a bit odd we’ve not been swamped by ICE or Border Control. But then, we’ve got a Republican governor. However, that may change soon, I think. And then what?
Getting old is no fun. I’m sorry to hear you’re confined to a wheel chair. That can’t be easy. As I’m getting older my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, and these aches and pains in my feet are no fun either. I have this weird feeling like Trump is not going to finish his term. We’ll see if I’m right.
You are not the first to suggest Trump may not finish his lterm. . Not only have I heard that by some one else, I’ve said it, too. He’s one year older than me, and surely under much more stress., so it wouldn’t surprise me if he doesn’t finish the job.
And I’m not confined to a wheelchair, But I can’t be on my feet for more than about three minutes, max, so I have the wheelchair. It helps a lot.
Great tribute dude, as we said this is just starting here in America. There is more than two more years of of rights lost, invasions, and lies. Prepare
Bad vibes all around. Thanks.
I felt the need to honor her myself this morning. I’m glad to see you arrived first. When they’ve silenced a poet, we must step up and carry on. I am…overwhelmed by the atrocity. And bracing myself for what’s to come from the hit squad next. Beautiful memorial
Thank you, Willow.
Cold, stark, and unforgiving—this grips the chest and won’t let go. You feel the frost, the loss, the helplessness. A bleak landscape carved from grief. Raw, precise, and brutal.
Thank you, Thomas. I didn’t even know you were here. I’m just now preparing to do an audio version and will ost it in the Spoken Word category when I’m finished.