— for Lanie
Where have you gone island lady,
what wind blew you away from the shoreline
of my mind?
I used to enjoy sharing your poetry
with the red winged blackbird
beneath eucalyptus trees,
now leaves are falling like absent blossoms
and your pen is as silent as a dewdrop.
I looked for pages of words
under seagull stained driftwood,
in the claws of muted crabs . . .
but all I found in the sand
were conch shells that bore
no music.
So come back to us and bathe our eyes
in your delicate sensual phrasing —
we can share a pipe,
a dram of warm cognac
and trade poems beside the embers
of an August fire
beneath a southern full moon.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dalaney...We Are Claiming Our Right to Say Goodbye by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended April 28, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A beautifully written,heartfelt,poetic plea and tribute to the Island Lady, congratulations on the bronze!
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I think she would like this one; it captures her essence.
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She touched all of us and we in turn are reaching for her now...I did go to her blog that Wbiro found and it gives a little insight. Suffering insomnia and maybe she is just so drained that she needs some time. I hope that is all there is. Love, C
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Oh...you speak such words of comfort, Marc...thank you for sharing here...Love, Rhonda
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Sighhh...Her words aren't really gone, dear Scribe...not as long as we remember then, tucked safely into the corners of our hearts...She left us as she lived; on her own terms, in her own quietly effective way...a soft southern breeze that echos gently in the mountains & valleys of our minds..a persistent, warm current of an uncharted ocean. This is a beautiful tribute to one who touched far more people than she'll ever realize. Good luck in Chez's contest, Sweetie. I hope she hears our prayers & pleas. We'll hear her sweet song again, my Friend...if not in this world, then in the next. 
Wanda
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