The Names
I miss.
I wonder where you are today.
I miss you, are you going?
Into a better place
Where new winds are blowing.
I found a place I could embrace.
And chase those long-lost dreams.
The meter of the moments
Some are broken at the seams.
The names I miss brought me bliss.
They have all but disappeared.
The passing parade and charade
It sometimes feels weird.
Your poems, pieces and passes
Now, fade, that made my day.
I send you love, maybe the push and shove.
Some hurried you away.
I could name you all.
Though you know, there are more.
I’ll see you in the shifting sands.
Down by the changing shore.
Such is life and like a wife.
Once there, now has gone.
Into a place where they embrace
A new place and dawn.
Life is like shifting sands.
That moved and soothed my mind.
Those writers that come and go
Some grains are left behind.
The bliss that’s missed is like a kiss.
New arms to have and hold
And embrace the lasting grace.
Of those new to the fold.
©
David Rudder
2023
I dedicate this poem to all the writers and poets that have left this platform recently. I sorely miss
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