OBITUARY
Poring over death notices is addictive.
Do I know any on this earth, heard of
those morphed into dust to fly with
the swaying clouds on a last voyage?
How had they lived, what cut that final
breath mourned by wrenched hearts?
The poet that surpassed ultimate in arts
to live on through eternity in fame,
giants, players of field, rising to mount peaks
victors climbing the height of glory,
building towers of sky height, beyond Babel.
Jetting to the moon, what else is there to conquer?
Plethora of lives gone fill pages of print.
Countless leaving this world crowned with
laurels, names hallowed. Such recherché du
temps perdu,leaving memories to live on
behind the thicket of drying leaves as
cowslip bows its head at sunset’s last colors.
When time comes to claim this soul, what then?
Aura popularis,when did a sniff of it come?
Naked I saw the light, crown of glory ne’er
intruded, a speck of luster ne’er passed
through my window. I leave this world still
naked as yesterday, will slip away sans
trumpet to beat the dirge, only my dog moaning,
whiff of jasmine in air, languid sky kissing sun,
my creed and eucharist to whet tongue,
ah, sweet oblation. Feathery light flying.
handmaid I serve, servant I go, to
meet my master where sun never sets.
-blanca datuin
© 2014, revised 2018
LONELINESS
What night is free from goblins that yoke
yesterday’s web, laughter, joys, sorrows
strung together to face agonies of
a writhing world? We dance your song
our song, locked together in shadows
that gilded the memory.
The lull lynches when day is over.
The lump leaves not, like a stubborn
stone to prey upon a surviving soul.
Hark, my angel, where is the comfort
for this mortal body aching to fly skies
to snow-white swaying clouds that
carry to bliss that never ends.
Crawl out of this cavern of loneliness,
and end this wait for stalactites to melt,
when cobwebs of memories return
to claw at your heart. Fetters must
be cut loose to see sun kissing the light.
©2012, revised 2018
