Speaking to the Dead

Sublime. That last stanza knocks this out of the park.

*But you do articulate emotion, Bill. Thank you for that.

Moving. Brings tears.

Excellent!

Beautiful form.

Love "...but stutters instead like the awful-eyed idiot of love,..." Again (sorry) reminds me of Shakespeare.

Stunning final stanza like Mathew said.

"You're beyond the infinite weakness of words"

My goodness- such a good poem. *

Thank you, Matt, Nonnie, Erika, Jill, Diane, and Sam!

I feel like I read this poem in my sleep the first time. It is coming back on second read strong and clear. I can remember it! The subject concerns all of us -- our proximity to people dying and our needs within that. *

Thank you, Ann.

Terrific poem.
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I am in that process,

not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't
(because the heart won't let it) utter its whispered
last word, but stutters instead like the awful-eyed

idiot of love, stroking a hand and thinking it speech.
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Thanks, Ray!

*, Bill. To me, this is a great opening for such strong poetry:

"I didn't hear your last words or see your last
eyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,
silently saying goodbye."

Thank you, David.

* yes

Thanks, Gary!