Dear Billie,
When Kerouac said you had rocks in yr heart
I could relate because I have them too
Though, yr voice was choked with Horse
And yr gardenias died in yr hair
Yr sorrow will keep company with my soul
For my sadness is in the night
That is hollow with its evil wind and coldness
Yearning to be somebody else
I pray, someday, I will
Until then, I am shivering with yr spirit
Love Always
After reading your poem, I had to google Billie Holiday to find out who she was in order to understand your poem, after reading about her childhood and married life trauma and the sad end I could find your poem meaningful and pertinent.
Dear LeeAnn, Your tribute poem to the immortal Billie Holiday is a stroke of genius. Written in the form of a personal letter, you capture both her essence and yours. I would not be in the least surprised if this poem receives the distinction, and honour, of being voted Poem Of The Day!
We make a grave in our heart where sorrow rests. We have to raise ourselves out from that grave with the help of hope as sometimes hope is a springboard to a new future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I haven't read Billie Holiday but I can tell this poem is a befitting tribute to the great writer. Sublime expression!