Ragdoll Blues
An old wives tale; only the good die young.
Lamenting muses whose lives have faded -
bright colours tarnished. In the balance hung
choices ill considered - poor friends blamed.
In flights of fantasy we watched them live.
No grounding patterns they could relate to;
their heartfelt misery could we believe;
still we stand aside and leave their fate to.
They soared above in wondrous flight; laughing and mocking a greying world. Regarding green pleasures; fluffy clouds; stray dogs barking.
Bright clashing symbols; tall poppies waning.
Their discordant chimes of anguish howling.
Our closed senses miss cosmic dust falling.
Whitney Houston dies: The rise
and fall of a superstar- BBC News12 February 2012
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