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This morning I heard sad news that my dear friend and fellow blogger, Kimberley Floria has passed on to glory. Kimmy was such a lovely person, full of life and love for humanity. She was such a brilliant poet, who wrote with a beautiful passion full of candour. She bravely fought lupus for over eight years and her humour and upbeat attitude was both endearing and an inspiration.; Kimmy darling, rest well in the bosom of your maker. I will miss you my dear, but I know that the good Lord has called you to rest from your toils. May the angels sing Hallelujah even as they receive your precious soul in eternity. Adieu, Kimmy darling.
Thirteen Ways of Looking in the Mirror – For Kimmy
(1)
a little butterfly
seeking her own space
my twin
(2)
the waltz of a falling leaf
is but a languid drop to earth
even the winds fall in tandem
with its rhythm
haste not in departing
slowly let your breath
extinguish in me
(3)
your silence
is the only one I know
for I have seen silence
even in whispers
from the grace
at dawn
(4)
3-5-3-3-7-5 – A Shadorma
reading you
I read me in you
we are words
echoing
fresh emptiness of the soul
life is but vapour
(5)
the gentle nudge
I felt at dawn
was not hubby waking me
to a mad moment of love
but it was you
a breeze really
perfume breathless
you envelope me
in a farewell dance of death
so, dance on Kimmy
(6)
5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7 – A Choka
you mirror this pain
as if on your wedding night
breathless abandon
you approach this agony
in throes of rapture
and when the darkness descends
never to depart
your face mirrors the sublime
when the earth becomes your dust
(7)
noonday heat
a butterfly
rests in my shadow
(8)
graveside lilies
the little girl inhales
her father’s memory
(9)
they say
the colour of death
is grey
but in dying
you exhale
only clouds of silver
(10)
mirror on the wall
do I look like mother
the dimple in her cheek
mocks me
(11)
and still I rise
poised thousand times
on the scepter of death
(12)
oh teach me to number my days
for my ways are not your ways
for to me to live is joy
and to die is gain
we are but twins
littered in one day
but where is your victory
oh death
where is your sting
I live on in you
(13)
and still I rise
on the wings of faith
my victory total
even in death
© Celestine Nudanu 08/11/17
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