. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Ode to Gloria

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Ode to Gloria

 (A lone voice whispers.)


Even though we sadly parted

Like the Red Sea


Chased by lies of the medical establishment


Incarnations of Pharaoh's guards 

Dressed in white disguise 


But

In this half silence 


Filled with sacred tears

And broken-hearted

With my sweet memories


Apart now forever

In this growing cold


Where memory ghosts 

Roam


As one gets old


I can still see all of you

Looking so beautiful


By that fast-flowing river


In Sacramento 

Walking in peace and serenity


Like the night itself


Effortless

Seductive and so graceful


Even Mother Moon

Seemed to shine even brighter and smile


But all the while

The Dark 


Half hidden out of sight


Cancer

Created by chancers


Worked in secret 

Day and night


To take away 

Bit by bit

By metastasis


My only hope of eternal bliss


And that's why now

All I can do


Is treasure that last memory of you


Walking in daylight 

By that river


In Sacramento


At that site


For it brings me

Salvation and a form of peace


For even though

You're now deceased


My eternal love

For you 

Will never cease


(C)

Copyright John Duffy  


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