A tribute to Ron Cox

by | May 10, 2019

Michael Jones

Your body may be cold
But your warm heart still glows in mine

I race to sieze your fading embers
Hoping to etch fiery lines around our memories
Before the outline of them fades from view
Fogged and obscured by so many necessary, unimportant things.

We now contemplate a world without you
Your memory walks ghostlike among our thoughts,
Cold steps now tracing the former paths
The worn ruts brings us comfort.

We smile knowingly as you’re passing by
Minds aflash with your slowly forming smile
Thoughts of your shade moving across the tender ground
When the music plays
We dance the dance with you
And you are with us once again

The Mask

POETRYMichael JonesI searched your face in wonder But could never name the name Of the faceless person looking back at me The hidden mask of shame I sought a heart connection Forever joined inside I did not expect perfection But I wish you didn’t hide I loved every...

The Log

POETRYMichael JonesMatthew 7 You judge me I judge you Pharisee, pharisee What will you do? Forgiveness forgotten A white washed tomb Dark log of judgment Blinding our sight All splinters remain Oh what a plight! May we see clearly By merciful light I’m sorry my...

I hear my coaches

POETRYMichael JonesI hear my coaches in my head They’re alive and they’re not dead Seasons pass Years have fled My body’s wrecked I love my bed Sounds of glory Whistles shrill I sweat, I ache I run that hill I hear my coaches in my head They’re alive and they’re not...

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