(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me