Monday, July 17, 2006

Gone But Not Forgotten
By Don Iannone

Like the streaking pink orange sun
about to surrender to the night sky're gone but far from forgotten.
Boisterous chirping crickets fortell
what the morning sky will hold
...but nothing about you...leaving
my heart hanging full and lonely.
Darkness has arrived
...and this time it has nothing to do
with the time of day.


Kathleen said...

Deeply touching Don...

Words are a gift... what better honoring of this gift than poetry... bowing to you!

Om Shanti!

iamnasra said...

Thank you for this lovely poem...Indeed those we love they may gone but for sure are not forgotten in our hearts

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Kathleen. Just words...trying to point to truth. But just words.

Thanks Iamnasra. Always they are a part of us. Sweet is life's nectar at the core.

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