To all his fans…
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip
I was deeply moved by the passing of Leonard Cohen. The poetry of his lyrics are markers of my life. This is not the poem I intended to write. Perhaps this week I will be able to compose the poem I wish to submit. Think of this as a place holder. But I just felt like I had to “say” something.
in peace above
he taught us hallelujah
he understood
that love was good
but never easy
within his words
where flights of birds
others loved his songs
and played them on
within his hallelujah
the poetry, it never stopped
each hour held another crop
his voice was smoke and whiskey deep
like a blind man, into songs he’d creep
just like another hallelujah
I never met, nor saw the man
never grasped him by the hand
to tell him how his words so moved me
all the tears he…
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