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  Mar 2017 GKM
Jonathan Witte
Nine years and still
we cradle our grief
carefully close,
like groceries
in paper bags.

Eventually the milk
will make its way
into the refrigerator;
the canned goods
will find their home
on pantry shelves.

Most things find
their proper place.

Eventually the hummingbirds
will ricochet against scorched air,
their delicate beaks stabbing
like needles into the feeder filled
with red nectar on the back porch.

Eventually our child
will make her way
back to us. Perhaps.

But I’ve heard
that shooting
****** feels
like being
buried under
an avalanche
of cotton *****.

For now it’s another
week, another month,
another trip to Safeway.

We drive home and wonder
why it is always snowing.
Behind a curtain of snow,
brake lights pulse, turning
the color of cotton candy,
dissolving into ghosts.

And with each turn,
the groceries shift
in the seat behind us.
From the spot where
our daughter used to sit,
there is a rustling sound—

a murmur of words
crossed off yet another list,
a language we’ve budgeted
for but cannot afford to hear.
GKM Mar 2017
She whispered his name each
Night like a prayer waiting to be
Heard by a god she thought was
There. The way the syllables
Swirled round her tongue like an
Ancient tale she didn't know but
Felt when she heard her heart
Beat. The feel of the letters on her
Lips was like a childhood lullaby
She had heard a thousand times
But forgot the words to.
She longed for the person she had
Once known like her first name.

But what she didn't know was that
There are some things that must
Just remain forgotten.
  Nov 2016 GKM
Pagan Paul
When you go I will do this,
grace your brow with a kiss.
Upon your breast I will leave
a white rose, to show I grieve.
Please forgive me when I weep
as I see you in eternal sleep.
And when I see another rose,
I'll remember well the path you chose.
My fingernails will carve the stone
as I work my fingers to the bone
to prepare with love your resting grave,
because you are the friend I could not save.

© Pagan Paul (02/11/16)
For a sweet & beautiful friend who carried too many secrets. She found peace at last.
  Nov 2016 GKM
Akira Chinen
I am in the bones of life
The void of light
The final kiss
The end of dreams
The beginning of song
Wrapped in black shrouds
I give you black wings
And set you free to the night
To become a star
a moon
a sun
and a dream
To dream again
and again...
GKM Nov 2016
I call him the architect,
He saw the small town
Within me and built cities.
He saw the lake within me
And created seas. He saw the
Hills within me and built
Mountains that touched the
The sky.

But he didn't see me.

So he left and the world shook
And destroyed the land within.
But I can't even bring myself to
Mourn the world he so sweetly
Crafted. I can't bring myself to hate
That the land I built isn't the same.
As he showed me that the
worlds that last are the ones
We build for ourselves.
Here's to being greatful  to the things that break us.
  Oct 2016 GKM
You said I'd make a great writer,
So I became a writer.
Replacing simple phrases such as "I love you" and "You're so pretty" with metaphors such as;
"She was Love, and therefore without her, life was meaningless" and
"If the Moon ever needed a reason to stay, it was to admire a beauty like hers all day"

You said Winter was your favourite season,
So I saved you a spot at my favourite coffee shop and memorised your order.
See these drinks don't taste the same during summer,
These leaves, don't fall as hard as I do..
But these hugs, during this time, are more fulfilling and warm
These eyes, adore you even more so when you are completely covered in layers and layers of clothing
These words, becoming more poetic than lustful.

All was going well, until you said
"I'd make a great friend"
So I remained your friend, because anything else would have been absurd.
See I'll tell you my favourite poem, favourite season, favourite type of bird
But if you ask me what inspires me..
I won't say a word.
Wow it's been a long time since I've written a poem!

Hope you guys like my comeback poem..

And have a lovely day/ evening x
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