In Loving Memory Rickie Lee Hawthorne
(2014)
#Death #HealingLife #Time
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face