Andy and I (with officiant) at our wedding in 2008
Andy, (right) me, and my son who found him gone, in happier days.
Bearing in mind that Saturday was the 2nd anniversary of the date my son found my husband deceased, and his body starting to decompose (I was on the other side of the country at the time) and it's been kind of a strange weekend, I offer the words below, because it's where I am now.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
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Lament
I am no gifted poet.
I came here a broken woman.
Seeking only to survive,
I had found a love.
Time and circumstances
Nurtured it until
It could grow strong.
In the arms of love,
I looked for companionship
In the years of my aging.
Yet too soon, too soon
Death, in a heartless country
Snatched it away in a breath.
I cry to heaven
But it avails me nothing.
Only the lost cause
Of hopeless tears
In a broken land.
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In the heart of the desert,
In the desert of the heart,
For thirst, no water.
For hunger, no food.
For loneliness, only mocking laughter
Echoing off hollow, labyrinthine walls.
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