Three
years ago today, fraught with worry over my Dad’s rapidly declining health,
Gord Downie saved my spirit and my heart, just by singing not two feet from me
and my buds. It was a life-altering experience that I have waxed poetic about
time and again but on the anniversary, it takes me back to the Marquee, back in
the moment when he walked on stage and my worries melted away just for a little
bit. Because of that, Gord seeped into my writing project page for September 14th,
incidentally the same date the Hip’s ‘Long
Time Running’ doc premieres in theaters. Sillyheart
wrote a poem about Gord so I wanted to share it here since every word she wrote, I believe in.
In
honour:
Gord’s Crown
a head
full
of gear
tinny recalls
brief poems
loud refrains
spontaneous
bombs
under a hat
robust brim
plumed w/
feathers
wheat
&
porcupine quills
atop
a stanch
wonted man
ordained
a signifier
an atom of
eternity
kindred
champion
a
soul adorned w/
diamonds
& we bow
we
listen
we revere
eye
& spirit
ear
& heart
to the
Royal He
top
tiered
dropping
heavy
***
Sigh.
In propinquity,
Nic
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