This was written for Read Write Poem prompt #44: Elegies and Rememberances. Enjoy.
(for Karen Carpenter)
nineteen and seventy nine
I hear you keeping time
a beat against which sonic softness and lyrical wine
were painted and sainted
you sounded like an angel
but you built your shallow gallows
and hung yourself by funhouse mirror images
which blew your star up into constellations
and turned thin shadows into fat overcast midnights
you thought you were too much
for the universe
so your heart expired
and your drums retired
your steady rhythms faded into a faint tattoo
we keep time with your ghost rhythms now
burned into vinyl grooves
and shining digital data lines on plastic discs
don’t you remember
we told you we loved you, baby?
we still do
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