Poetry For Now

BE PREPARED

Martin Strasmore Season 2 Episode 17

Hearing that my friend Curtis passed away in his sleep shocked Kassandra & I.  We have know him for about 30 years.  He did not died from Covid.  Curtis was a little younger than us and this makes me aware of our own mortality.  Most of these poems came from reflecting on this very recent experience.


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Podcast 17 - BE PREPARED

Hearing that my friend Curtis passed away in his sleep shocked Kassandra & I.  We have know him for about 30 years.  He did not died from Covid.  Curtis was a little younger than us and this makes me aware of our own mortality.  Most of these poems came from reflecting on this very recent experience.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY & POST THESE POEMS ON SOCIAL MEDIA - CURTIS WOULD NOT WANT THAT

SUNRISE

A brilliant golden day 

In moments it is passed

a reminder that each dawn

each moment

is an experience to relish

to be grateful

because it does not wait 

for you or me.


FLORIDA WINTER

Its a shock to wear a fleece

as iguanas fall from trees

i understand the waters cold

and alligators can be bold

so the hot tub could be risky

Alligators in there are frisky

The birds must be huddling

the bunny rabbits cuddling

Friends send pictures of Maine snow

as there wild blizzards blow

the glowing logs keep them warm

from yet another winter storm.


here in Florida there’s no snowing

but no sounds of crows crowing

the poor birds expected sun

right now there’s almost none

But just wait for tomorrow

the sun will remove all sorrow

no dreary grey winter light here

the blue sky will soon be clear.


January 31st 2022

Curtis, dear friend 

you left this Earth

Too soon and

So suddenly for us.


But you knew

you called me

three weeks ago

after a long time 

of mutual silence.


You had engaged with the dark side

so we agreed to disagree, 

a microcosm of the divisive world

yet our heart connection

as strong as ever

kept us together.


Remembering our adventures,

kayaking Deer Island Maine.

Hiking hut to hut in the White mountains,

Learning Aikido and knife fighting

in Petaluma, California

Sharing our deepest feelings and thoughts

In many weekend workshops together.

Your wide smile and sparkling eyes

laughter and teddy bear hugs


So many years have past

leaving you in cool Carmel

coming down to sunny Florida

while you found Belize.


Sometimes we were so close:

you walking Cinque Terre

Us south in Amalfi

you hiking in the Azores

as I hiked in Israel


All the while we walked

separately yet  together

on paths of the spirit

on the ways of wisdom.

I know you  left

filled with your virtues:

good humor and love

Kindness and compassion.

Happy and content

full of God’s grace.



FOR SOME OF US

 We reach a point

a time in our life’s journey

when the reality of death

becomes inevitable and real.


Our parents left years ago,

now it is our generation,

Old friends and siblings

with all their love

Years of intimate knowing

choosing to leave us, 

and those who love them.

So we live on without them.


The surprise, shock and pain

Nothing prepares you

for the first one who leaves.

This does prepare me

for my own mortality.


What will my legacy be?

Will my kindness, love

Thoughts and words

linger on

as the my breathe leaves

never to return?



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