Earliest draft August 2018. Revised March 2019.

Sixth Elegy

I won't sing a winsome ballad,

As my strings are all unstrung;

I'll forsake my merry mischief:

You were taken far too young.


I won't swim the English Channel;

I won't climb McKinley's peak ---

Since you died, my hopes are rubble:

I've been crying for a week.


I won't hoist a glass of Guinness;

I'll abstain from Maker's Mark;

I'll put down the gin martini

(No more cocktails after dark).


How I've searched for you in churches!

But despite my anguished prayer,

All I see are sculpted angels:

I can't find you anywhere.


Cherished soul, you've gone to heaven,

Leaving earth a very hell:

I won't see you in September;

When we'll meet, I just can't tell.


Now I stumble through a planet

Where the evidence of you

Has contracted to the memories

In my heart so bruised and blue.


You were sunlight, you were fire,

You were Holy Eucharist:

You were Irish Catholic Boston;

Yours, the blush-bright cheek I kissed.


From that warm fall day I met you,

You were always there for me!

Such a comfort in my troubles ---

But this! no one could foresee.


In the spring, you had a backache,

Then they told you what it was,

And it stole you in the summer:

I ask why; there's no because.


I can't rouse you from your coffin;

I can't raise you from the dust:

I can't get your stopped pulse beating;

I protest because I must.


Can't you call me up or text me,

Speak some solace through the phone?

I ride crowded Cambridge buses,

But I'm horribly alone.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-12 at 01:25

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
All at Coo & Co congratulate Tommo on this revision of a very moving poem. We admire both the structure and the progression of the piece. Like Ashe, we linger particularly on the stanza containing sunlight and fire. We offer our condolences, and also our All Good Things :>)

I can feel for you, Tom. Hope you'll overcome the grief out of bereavement soon.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Definitely feel the grief in this remarkable poem.
"You were sunlight you were fire
You were Holy Eucharist
You were Irish Catholic Boston
Yours the freckled cheek I kissed"

She was all and she's gone. My deepest condolences, and really, believe it or not, time will make it easier to bear--but not forget. I do mean lots of time.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
My most sincere condolences Thomas. Your grief is palpable.

"I protest because I must"
Such a powerful and heart breaking elegy. Hope you'll be alright.
My heart goes out to you and this.