November 1 A poem for Day of the Dead

Nov 1

I thought you had something I didn’t have
with your God
and your rituals,
your beautiful prayers

I thought you had some kind of freedom

but I wasn’t in chains then
my heart was a vast sea
gathering light
and awe

you thought I was trapped
in some crazy idea
that love was a person I could hold
with desire

I thought love was an offering
a candle
a poem
Eventually, ashes

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2 comments on “November 1 A poem for Day of the Dead
  1. Angela is dipping into the poetry river again… lucky us…

    BTW ashes are essential to a Phoenix.

  2. Quite a beautiful poem. Thank you!

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