So how are you celebrating National Poetry Month?
Can you rub two words together to conjure an image or create a rhyme? I just haven’t had the heart, energy or talent lately. I have been repressing the past, casting desperately for hopes of the future and treading water in the present.
Waiting for spring and more light.
Received word that a local poet, editor and writing community member recently passed away. It’s a bit foggy but from the grapevine, this poet died alone with no family, no offspring to claim the remains or arrange a funeral.
Writing friends and a cultural community are banding together to provide emotional and financial support to organize a tribute, a celebration of life, and to ensure a respectful final resting place.
Dark thoughts for a Friday. Damn. I understand the fear of dying alone and destitute. I am making darn sure though that my end of life celebration is already planned. Maybe it’s a control thing.
Here is something I want to make time to listen the whole way through on CBC Radio:
Eulogies gone wrong
Open lines with a funeral director who has seen and heard it all.
What words would you want others to use to describe you? How do you want to be remembered?