- Non-Erotic Poetry
- On the death of Judy
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Click hereOn the death of Judy
Death has touched me again,
reached out his cold cold hand
and touched a woman I loved
once
.
Seen death
smelt death
heard Death
caused Death
so many times
so many ways
but never shaken hands
with Death
.
not yet
my turn will come
I know
.
I loved this woman
once
and once
was maybe
not enough for then
but is the now
.
And now
there
are
bright
crisp
red
yellowgolden
memories
crackling and breaking
like dried Autumn leaves
. . .
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoThis is beautiful
Sak77about 10 years agoAuthorI miss you, Judy. Your easy smile. The way you threw your hip. Your ability to laugh at yourself. You're missed, lady.
