Thursday, November 12, 2020

a POEM FOR JOAN MY BELOVED WHEN DID YOU DIE

 LOWRY JUST PHONED AT 10 AFTER FOUR AM

 CANADIAN  TIME

NOVEMBER  12 2020 


MY TIME  

NOON IN IRELAND  DINNER TIME IN THE MIDDLE OF 

THE DAYTIME 

THE NORTH TEN AFTER NOON LUNCH TIME

SO WHAT TIME DID JOAN DIE IN DOWN UNDER

TIME TIME TIME TIME 

THE LAW OF TIME   

ON HEARING THE NEWS I WAILED

I KNEW YOU WERE DEAD AND MY HEART SOARED WITH LOVE

NO LONGER DO YOU HAVE TO HEAR THE CRIES OF THE BROKEN IN 

THAT TORTURED PLACE THAT HELL OF NO COMPASSIONATE 

LOWRY PHONED AND I DID NOT TAKE TIME TO CRY I WAILED

I ASKED FORGIVENESS JOAN JOAN JOAN PLEASE FORGIVE ME

FORGIVE ME FOR DELETING YOUR CONTACT NUMBERS

IT HAD BEEN SOME TIME SINCE WE TALKED WE LAUGHED

REMEMBER WHEN YOU CAME TO VANCOUVER ON YOUR WAY TO

BANFF YOU WERE GIVING A LECTURE YOU HAD A BAG OF TRICKS

I TOOK YOU TO THE WHITE HEATHER AND ON THE WAY HOME 

YOU TOLD ME YOUR SORROW AND YOUR FEAR YOU WERE ALONE

WORDS WORDS DAM I HATE WORDS THAT CONVEY NOTHING

LOVE LOVE LOVE ON A SONGLINE FROM DOWNUNDER YOU ARE

SOARING YOU HAVE YOUR WINGS NOW SEE YOU IN HEAVEN 

RIGHT HERE ON EARTH WHEN WE CLEAN UP THIS BULLSHIT THIS 

CORONA NOVEL WHAT EVER SORT OF FEEKING SPIN THEY PUT 

APON IT i WILL DEFY THE ODDS AND SOAR