Donna is an author and shares her love for the Divine and the world.
Here is my new poem, I Wear White to Funerals.
Continue reading “I Wear White to Funerals”I like funerals
more than weddings.
There should be more funerals
and less weddings.Weddings are for fake tans and
white dresses that mustn’t get dirty,
but no one tans for a funeral,
and the dirt gets lost in the black.
Here is a new video of two of my poems: A Little Adventure (written a few months before my mother’s passing) and Half-Way There (written a few days after my mother’s passing).
Why are you worried?
It’s just a little adventure.
There’s plenty more to come.
It won’t be long
and we’ll see you again.
We’re never far apart.
You’ll barely be gone
and, once more, we will
be uniting to restart.
Here is my video of three Meister Eckhart mystical poems:
Why So Many Souls
Always Kissing
Intimate
Who can stand it –
this uncertain bond?
Shall it be
swallowed by
the great blue mouth of sea?
I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.
Purposely alone.
Ears closed.
Not wanting to hear
the tirade of sweet lies.
One day the world stopped
because of the thing.
We knew it was there
and knew it was dangerous
because, you know,
it left bodies in the dirt.
We all stayed in –
couldn’t touch,
shouldn’t meet,
mustn’t dance.
God forbid
we kiss.
