On the passing of Aralee
Strange, founder and host
of the Athens Word of
Mouth open poetry community,
June 15, 2013 at her home,
"Timberdance"
In some place primeval
the priestess holds court
where rhythms take form
your spirit’s reborn
as sirens sing in sotto voce,
as sirens sing in sotto voce,
the Sibyl raves a praise to Gaia,
long-mute furies chant
in tongues, and fiery nuns
in tongues, and fiery nuns
rap truth to knaves. None
can name the kind of faith
that rocked your soul
in the bosom of Timberdance,
but a warm spring bathed
your late years, submerging self
to nurture words in perfect strangers.
It’s just the broken way
of things that what we love
will leave too soon.
Authentic poets never die,
they just transcend. Their words
become their epitaph
they just transcend. Their words
become their epitaph
their thoughts a meme,
their spirits, muse. Unburdened
of body returned to the source,
their spirits, muse. Unburdened
of body returned to the source,
to the place beyond words
where they go to be born,
your essence awaits:
where they go to be born,
your essence awaits:
A brief note, held sweet
against silence
echoes forever
the memory of grace.
against silence
echoes forever
the memory of grace.
Bob Ambrose will be reading from his collection Journey to Embarkation on Friday, June 23, at Avid Bookshop [Prince Avenue location]. The joint reading with Gene Bianchi, another Word of Mouth poet, starts at 6:30. Bob's website is Reflections in Poetry.
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