In Loving Memory Rickie Lee Hawthorne
(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth