In Memoriam

By The Black Lark

Deceitful lines, a commonplace phrase.

Bequeathed be the words, as volatile as the birds.

Uttered in disguise with the namesake’s grace.

These deceitful lines, a commonplace phrase.

It shall be the form of my intent.

Annihilation of the means of meaning.

A reflection of the words I spent.

Eternal years of lucid dreaming.

Comfort for a broken man.

Lines of granted praise.

So my mourning then began.

Until the end of days.

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Published on Monday, May 28, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

For my grandmother who passed away little over a year ago. We were extremely close and my entire world shattered when she died. Sweet dreams, grandma, I'll remember you forever and always.

Comments on "In Memoriam"

On Tuesday, April 3, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Unusual and profound tribute. To be able to discern the deceit in a compliment perhaps, or commonplace phrase uttered with mal intent. Words of wisdom indeed, cheers!