Monday, October 30, 2006

The Dash Poem

The Dash Poem

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I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following years with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between the years.

For that dash represents all the time
that spent alive on earth
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own
the cars… the house… the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard:
are there things you like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what is true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
with your life’s actions to rehash,
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash.

-- Linda Ellis

Friday, October 6, 2006

You Are Insinuating...

Nows [no. 3]

You are insinuating yourself
into my reluctant life
and teasing me toward a grin.

But we have an agreement,
you and I.

If you will squeeze my hand
I will coat your body with oil.

When you sing in my ear
I will kiss your eyelids.

And if you will hear my tears
I will surround you with hugs
that ask no more than
to be allowed a brief dance
to the rhythmic dance
of your joy.

-- Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©


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