Leonard Leaving, by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Leonard Leaving
                  
Do not say the moment was imagined - L. Cohen
 
After I heard that
Leonard Cohen died,
I walked by the river,
thought how no one
held Sad up to the light
the way he had.
I sang Hallelujah softly,
threw a dark stone
into the water deep as
his voice,
saw a blue lotus flower
float on a wave,
watched it move
unwaveringly        away.
 
Tricia Marcella Cimera

This poem was inspired by listening to Leonard Cohen's last album, You Want It Darker.
 
A slightly different version is displayed this month by the City of Aurora.

Tricia Marcella Cimera will forever be an obsessed reader and lover of words. Look for her work in these diverse places: Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Fox Adoption, Hedgerow, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere.  She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website.  Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland).  She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.