the coming and going

A deep-yellow dove more
brilliant than gold came to
me to die. I said see I’m not
a doctor and she said I know
but you look at the world and
into your heart at the same time.
 
So I spent her last day listening
to her sing of this world, what
she called the Suchness. I held
her in my fragile hands and felt
the shape of death. I held her to
the very end and then a little more.
 

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11 Comments

  1. Rain on June 21, 2013 at 1:24 pm

    and i held my breath.
    stunning and melancholy.

    • thebeautifuldue on June 22, 2013 at 12:16 pm

      Rain, it means something when people not only read but then comment. Thank you for taking that time.

  2. Robert Benson on June 21, 2013 at 1:25 pm

    You are seeing the ball really well just now, you know.

    NAMASTE —

    R. Benson

  3. wynnegraceappears on June 21, 2013 at 1:49 pm

    Is summer the season of your poetry? It seems to sit well with your soul. Beautiful. I am wrestling with that word Suchness. So much to ponder.

    • thebeautifuldue on June 22, 2013 at 12:17 pm

      Elizabeth, there is something about summer, a freedom I feel not only in writing but life. And I love that word ‘Suchness’…

  4. lea helmerich on June 21, 2013 at 3:37 pm

    lovely.

  5. Peg Richards on June 22, 2013 at 2:06 pm

    How tender: “I held her to the very end and then a little more.”
    These few words could fill the whole church on Sunday to overflowing.
    Blessings,
    Peg

  6. Diana Trautwein on June 28, 2013 at 5:08 pm

    holey moley, an. on a roll is right. i’ve met that yellow bird a time or two myself and her song is wondrous to the ear.

  7. Diana Trautwein on June 28, 2013 at 5:09 pm

    not sure where that ‘an’ came from. x it out, please. supposed to be ‘man,’ I believe. . .

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