Here’s another poem from “Sad Songs from Hush River” available at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/471447 offered in recognition of National Poetry Month. I wrote “On the Morn of Your Eulogy” as an exercise using another poem as a prompt. My poem follows the structure of the original, including that of the title which is something like “On the Eve of Your Departure.” Alas, I cannot relocate the inspiration and I am unable to credit the writer. Can you help? Do you know who the author and the poem might have been? Suggestions appreciated.
Tell me you weren’t cracking up,
You had but the one suckling child
and you still held an artist’s brush with confidence
I promised you by your tired eyes that you were a well-tempered palette.
You promised me by your tired eyes that you were a well-tempered palette.
And all the planets promised both of us by your tired eyes that you still
perceived the colors of truth completely
Who could not go on living?
My pen will be glad to have been a record,
The brush to have been your lover,
I to have been blessed to touch the hem of your dress
in the quiet of evening.
The scout has lost his compass,
The sailor his anchor,
And I — I feel my mind eroding–ragged holes exposing a stormy sky,
That my time too is ticking down
That your daughter is more than a daughter, and the sun is more than a sun.
What is the word for tomorrow?