Diz

For Diz… My friend's name was Denise... Denise Gurran. We met in an online poetry group....where, one day, she mis-spelled her own name via a typo.... she was "Dizzy" and then she got shortened to Diz. I never met her but I grew to know her through her poetry and personality. She was a teacher and she lived in New Zealand...never saw her...never heard her  voice...but I heard her "voice" anyway.....through her verse...... rest in peace my friend.

For Diz

We lived a world apart. We didn’t know
that we’d be friends when all was done and said
but friends we were in time …and space, although
you lived a world away,  a day ahead.

I never heard your voice but heard your song
You wrote the part and parcel and the whole
I learned the theme of you, the Lat and Long..
you shared your muse and more, you shared your soul….

They say your song is done, forever mute
I’m told your voice is gone forever... done…
But there’s a legacy death can’t refute.
your verse is living still,  the day is won….

You’re just ahead of me, it never ends
beyond eternity… forever friends.