My Tribute to Dolores O’Riordan

Pain and Flowers

My Tribute to Dolores O’Riordan

 

Her name was full of pain,

until the end, like the union

of dolor and flores

pain and flowers in a single voice, hers

was the one that filled my ears

in the cold cobalt mornings waiting for the train

as the frost clouds whirled to totems

that watched over me in the still young dark

 

moments before I was carried

toward a shifting future of tunnels and buildings erected

into perpetuity while riding backwards along the tracks,

her voice the call of all

that infinite rush between my ears and my veins, attached mysteriously

as I was to her familiar cry from the core of the woman

I would be and was and would never reach soon enough

 

to thank her for being the sound

of my longing and being

pain and flowers, for being the breath

inside the breath forever

making Dreams.

 

S. Laterza 1/15/18

 

 

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