For A Dear Friend

Written for:  Sunday Muse #153
I hear a deafening
roar of a firearm.  In
my gut I know you are
no more.  Two feathers
are all I find.  My brave,
intelligent friend–you
were taken from me, but I
sit in prayer wearing 
my most powerful amulets
and potion rings.  May
your soul soar forever
more.

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to For A Dear Friend

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    Hits like a punch!

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    A powerful and beautiful tribute to your friend. An amazing response to the image Sara. I do hope you are doing well these days. Always delighted to see you at the Muse my friend!

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  3. Helen Dehner says:

    Cannot adequately express my reaction as I read your poetry …. chilling, heartbreaking, leaving me feeling raw comes close.

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  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    A striking, beautiful poem to honor a friend.

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  5. wyndolynne says:

    Agree — this hits directly in the heart.

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