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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Word

The word


The word is Away
Lofting its Tone
Shouldering its Clarity
of Diction
Addiction to the Attitude
of Gracing Us with
     Just
          The
                Right
                      Chime
at Just such
a PERFECT
TIME
in THE ONLY JUST WAY
So as     to say
what...the word away
came to my Door
to say on that day
D E A T H   B E C O M E S  Y O U
But for shame
YOU know better
Then to wear white
After Labor Day
NO! NO! NO!
the word HAS away
no! Not so!
the word away really did
STAY
gentling its tone
as if it had a tone of its own
cradling its diction
as clearly as ALL around
     could see...
          could SEE...
               could SEE...
DEATH BECOMES NO ONE
and that includes
       me


Christopher McQueeney    3/27/13    11:54 P.M.

sitting being treated for my illness by some very dedicatyed people and missing my friends and family....expecially my kids...love you Chase and Karley!!!!

3 comments:

Brian Miller said...

really nice close on this...the last two lines in particular....hey i hope your treatment goes smooth and you are home soon...you know they miss you to

Wine and Words said...

Wishing you so much healing Chris. What is most unbecoming about death is either the path we take to hasten the day, or the unsolicited road that comes to soon. I tried to kill myself once. I chose a quick route that I failed miserably at (thankfully I suppose). I have a friend who kills herself slowly, just for the prolonged self punishment.

Be well friend.

kj said...

This poem is INCREDIBLE!!!!
I will have to read it a half dozen times to see all the word play and rhythms.

So you are in treatment. Yay. Good. Important. Those kids need you , my good friend, mr wander. And you might as well accept that your writing is needed to.

Be strong Chris. Strong and soft.....

Love
kj