for Philip Seymour Hoffman
Relief becomes addiction,
a gutsy routine,
needled into flesh.
It plucks your empty body from the flow.
Heroin rings around the rosy,
rippling your trunk as it
lists toward a needled stream,
craving escape from the dream.
Ace in the hole.
Be careful what you wish for,
struggle no more.
Brenda Warren 2014
Strong poem, Brenda. On a life taken too soon. Sorry for the late visit. I am not doing well at the is end. I see the end coming shortly.
Your Friend,
Pamela
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It breaks my heart when you hear these tragic endings in the news. Your last line – so perfect.
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Lovely poem, Brenda. It was a tragedy.
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That phrase echoed around my head so much last year..what you wish for is rarely what you want..or get
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The idea of afternoon coffee with a like minded poet is so warmly enticing…even though I don’t drink coffee, I’d probably try just for that opportunity. Your poem sums up so much starting with the title. A sad, but very real tribute that one wishes need not be made.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/the-poets-consortium/
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The trouble with fine actors like Phillip Seymour Hoffman you can forgive them anything but suicide. He will be sorely missed.
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The first trial of the drug makes the end result inevitable. I couldn’t click life, because this is such a horrendous end to a life.
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