Home.....Aug. 2014 - for http://dversepoets.com

To help us remember what a good man
he was, we quote his lines in his movies
"All of life is a coming home...
we all are restless hearts trying
to find our way home":  Patch Adams
This dog day of August we recall 
his smile, his courage, 
how he rocked the DMZ
We know our passions for poetry,
music, and art are not passing fancies
from Dead Poets' Society
Like summer winds with scent of sugar pines,
it is what we breathe in, 
and exhale with heartfelt sighs
"What is our verse to write?,"
asked John Keating,
prose, poetry, or songs of revolution 
and human dignity?
In our world, our fight 
is against indifference and ignorance,
misunderstanding
Death is not the enemy
As we remember what sustains us
in our need -
our mantra, our beliefs or creed,
we remember Robin

His humor carried us all,
staved off many a mean season
of stark wars, hunger, loss and hate
He entertained joyfully,
causing laughter till sides ached
He left us abruptly this summer day,
for he had given his all;
the world was now too much for him,
he heard his drummer call
As the heat drenched flower heads wilt, 
in sorrow we mourn his passing
May he find peace from suffering
We could not channel 
his energy for him, 
or know his private pain
For his choice was his choice;
'too soon for us'..we say again
His head now rests in beds of red clover,
his furrowed brow no longer frowns
Forever wrapped in sheets 
of adoration and love, he left 
as low, soft thunder rolled
His despair was unrelenting
yet he's not the first, or the last,
we will be lamenting
But there is something else
in the universe, a harmony 
between all living things, the stars
Finding that balance escaped him,
hence he lost his stride
So, another restless heart 
has found it's way home;
we will remember Robin always 
in the heat - of  summertide

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