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DEW #14 An elegy for Katya [45]

An elegy for Katya

You read my daily thoughts
that wander lost
among the dead I once wrote about,
now saddened by doubts
that I cannot leave
caught by the weave
of life yet tired beyond
exhaustion. I'm not fond
of staying,
just praying,
that I may still be of some use.
Maybe I'm being obtuse.
Should someone hold me,
I'd hug them back for free;
if not, please let me know
so I can go
and wander lost
until I shed this dross.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.45] (14.april.2021)


I've written alot about death. Being homeless meant witnessing death.

"A radiant moon has set" 
"Byron Lynn" 
"Knowing it lies beyond" 
"Picking up the trash" 
"Dream a bigger dream" 

But not only the homeless die.

"The sound of lavender" 
"Joseph's Coat" 
"In a twinkling [#11 Robert French]" 

A friend wanted me to write from the mouse's perspective.

"Of mice, owls and moonflowers" 

And there's always famous people.

"Scotty's last lament (James Doohan)" 
"You always knew how to fly [366]"  I may have to make this into an item.

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