Requiem

[anirbas]

You might not know it
but, you are thought
of almost every day

When I see the vibrant color
purple, motorcycles or dragons
I always think of wistful you

If I'm writing in the middle
of the night, it brings you to mind
All the shenanigans we got up to at Bnet U.

Where we shored each other up poem dancing
and on long heart to heart talks on the cell phone
My sister from another mother, my spiritual litter sibling

Why just the other night I was reading a new poem
And with every single line all I could think
is how my beautiful Lady of Darkness, Misharae

Would so love this thrilling song of the sword!
I wanted to call you and tell you how divine and tasty
all of this new blood is. Get in here! See for yourself!

But, I can't. You aren't there, anymore.
To hear or write of the cling cling clang
the sound the song of the sword does bring

You might not know it but, you are thought
of almost every day when I see the color
purple, dragons or hear a sword singing

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I resonate with the idea of this poem.

[darkness0within]

With each breath you take, I live,

For I am within your heart and mind,

Each memory you hold of me sustains,

The essence of all that used to be,





There is a real and palpable sadness running through this write anirbas. I feel I might of been instrumental in part for you to write this.



Such a good write my friend.

[anirbas]

Thank you for your reads and comments, sweet word dancing newbies!


"I feel I might of been instrumental in part for you to write this."

Here, in this alternate universe of poetry, we call that "bemusement".
The action of one poet, inspiring another, through their own work or comments.

But, yes, reading your 'The Artifact' brought Mishie close. It's the kind
of piece we both loved and wrote to the best of our abilities, ourselves.
Few, are called to be poets. Even fewer are called to sing the song of the sword.

A handful of us, met at Beliefnet.com in 2004 reading and writing in the site's poetry section.
Aims, Phantasm, David, my dear Misharae and myself. David and I opened the doors here, in 2006.
Disillusioned by the Bnet environment, as were we, some followed us here.

Misharae was with us, until she wasn't. She left us in September, three years ago.