
Sweep
(On the Death of David Bowie)
Our world is clearing out around us,
swept by the broom of whatever moves things on.
Like dead leaves curling in their separate corners,
we miss the sweep this time,
but in our mind’s back edge
we imagine our ends—painful or quick,
alone or crowded with the vestiges of our life:
people, things, a cat curled over our feet to warm what can’t be warmed.
That broom leaning there against the corner has plans for us.
There is a world wanting to be filled up again
that needs clearing.
This is a bittersweet and moving eulogy for a generation.
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That’s exactly what I intended, Robert. Thanks for your understanding!!!
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🙂
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So sad to see each richness of life stripped away. Yes, replaced with others, but never with the innocence of what was once considered cutting edge but which is now tame compared to everyday life in the world, thanks to the daily news…and internet…and our inability to be screened from anything.
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Our generation is getting a bit thin on the ground. Beautiful poem, though a bit close to the bone these days.
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Regular folk like me are swept away but David Bowie? He will live forever on YouTube and Spotify and….etc. His music genius will always be present as it spans both space and time. I was a big fan and have been listening and reminiscing much of today.
Ziggy Star Dust
Will never Rust
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Yes…He’s had a brilliant career.
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It’s time for bed. Have a good night down in Mexico
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Sad to say, but we will all go to dust someday. Too soon, too soon. This is beautiful.
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Thanks, Joni.
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Thank you Judy, another thoughtful message.
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This says it well – we mourn his passing, but we are really mourning the inevitable passing of ourselves.
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Exactly. I think we can’t help but consider ourselves special, but when someone truly exceptional and famous dies, we realize no one is exempt.
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