2 poems by Poonam Srivastava
Poem for Steve CannonLove you madlyprofessor
you act so badly
mr. tribes
your heart is lovely
steve cannon
when you are
talking about dreams
or Diane or whats wrong
with this picture.
You see more
than the age of the screen
can ever hope to
share or friend deeper than
any book and we both
know books that can
friend deep deep deep.
as you move to the
next space
the next place
the next trace of your
brilliance to sparkle upon
me and everyone lucky
enough to know you,
know this: love you madly.
Poonam Srivastava 2014
Remembering Gabriel Garcia Marques
Gabriel!Garcia!
Marquez!"It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because
they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams."Now pursue your dreams in other realms
still feed us as the dead parents an insomniac child
Now nestle in my heart with Jayne Cortez and my dad
and tell me stories from the other side, a one i am for
imagining, for muzing, for shading this one.
It's not true people stop living when they die; they stop
living when they are no longer remembered.
Gabriel.
You will live longer than a hundred years. Of solitude you
set the travel maps, of dreams you drew the portraits.
Colombia is crying and so am I. You lived rich you lived
awake and dreamt hard. The words thank you for your
handling. The world thanks you for your time. Now
whisper something in my ear. You will not die whilst
I live.
It's not true people stop living when they die; they stop
living when they are no longer remembered.
Poonam Srivastava 2014