Archive | October, 2012

Left (Dedicated to the Memory of Dana Li)

23 Oct

Left (Dedicated to the Memory of Dana Li)

During this past week, a fellow student of mine, Dana Li, passed away. Her loss continues to pain the hearts of all members in our community. This poem was written in her name and spirit, and the lessons she had left behind for us to grasp.

Tears, still for the vivacious life blooming ‘round my toes

Tears, cease for the chill shivering hundreds of spines,

Freezing the broken shards of this raw wound,

And the splinters of our hearts held in tact ‘tween the loosest of chains

Tears, allow this passing be the sweetest of heartbreak,

Embraced by warmth of the setting sun’s kiss

On the curved face of each solitary tear

Let this departure be kind to the remaining fragments of this unwavering love

Let us live with a vibrant breath of the inconspicuous mundane

That we now gasp violently

Let us laugh with an exhilaration we yearn to had recognized before

Let new eyes meet our unwary gaze,

Latching fervently onto the chain of all kept cherished

And lift a beam that rises into our cheeks

And crinkles our eyes

As we sing our name to this exquisite, new face

Let us grasp this community with vigor we now undoubtedly obtain

And let us love every gust of air upon our shoulder

And every leaf crunching under our foot

And every challenge fate blows to our face

Circled by the taunting crimson sand of our struggles

For we only miss

Such a beautiful smile

Or a warm hand intertwining with our own

Until we are left without

Rest Dust

17 Oct

Under the burden of the wind she cowers

Squinting through the red dust

That circles her in a taunting suspicion.

Crimson nothingness erecting the moon’s illusive tides

In which each cold gust fate had blown.

Wind, that tastes of the bitter turn of Autumn,

That cries as she cries now.

Bloodied fists

Pounding against all that sees her dull eye,

Red dust

Intertwining, encrusting the fractures of her spine,

Noosing her chest to the promise of the future

And limb to affliction of the past.

Red dust

Embracing her fair neck under the omniscient moon,

Like a snare coated by nature’s damp concealment,

Binding her to what she has not overcome.

And yet,

Ever still,

Under the burden of the wind she cowers.

Hiding, Hiding,

Red dust builds as jagged nails stab at her cheek

The vigor in her neck,

The shade of her breast,

Hiding as red dust hardens to stone,

Locking her feet in chilling soil to where she denied escape.

Frozen within the blinding Autumn night,

Rising to the beauty ignorance was sworn to perceive.

And yet, evermore, she remains still.

Around her toes, this red dust is threaded,

‘Tween her wrists, the wind is bound.

Under the stone, she hides nevermore,

A magnificence mistaken in judging eyes of self-reflection

Not the thriving rose, but its trusted stem,

With lips untouched by this deep flush, paled in its own stunning victory;

A craft from her gentle curl of splendor’s compassion

For the petals of that rose.

The rose that which she grips

‘Tween the stone

Through the red dust

And under the burden of the wind.