Raynette Eitel Poems

Bury me with chocolates,
The kind I love so well.
Send dark and bitter candy wreaths
With leaves of caramel.
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Memories are only
Tattoos on the brain,
Pain-etched, day by day,
Brush-stroked in joy.
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Dreams often break
on their way across the night
with a terrible shredding sound as
quiet tears brand the place
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There is something so comforting in the sound
of a bassoon singing strongly and deeply,
filling all the dark corners of a concert hall.
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Go slowly.
Nibble it around the edges and sigh.
Lick the sugar off the top
then close your eyes, remembering
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Poem Soup

Take one large scoop of words,
Blend in rhythm
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They fling their flowers quickly out to sea.
Each petal is a prayer upon a wave,
Pressing against the tide deliberately.
They dare to watch, recalling all they gave
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Tattoos

It is memories that tattoo tender skin,
pain that holds and pierces, ink etching
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It is night and houses hold
a hallowed hour of simple sweetness,
subtle glow at the core,
comfort framed within each window.
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In the forest where no one can hear,
the proverbial tree falls.
Sound waves like whispers waft
across the sky and vanish.
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