Feb03 ⚜

Richie Valens
Cutting the onions induced more tears
And I slung the paring knife into the sink,
The crash ringing out like a cymbal.

Moving through the wreckage
I spotted a symbol - another sign -
I rubbed my finger over it robotically.

Reaching out, blindly, for anything clean,
Another colourful teacup clattered to the floor,
Three splintered shards spinning out in the impact.

Three gold-bound petals pluming proudly
Outlined clearly under my inquiring index
Identified by each elevated aspect.

I finally gathered myself into the bathroom
For the reviving cold of the tap to wash
Stinging sensations and recollected disasters.

Three petals and three flowers:
Each emblem in pieces,
Each icon in flames.

Richie Valens, Buddy Holly and “The Big Bopper” J. P. Richardson Jr. all die in a plane crash today in 1959.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Jim Stewart says:

    Don McLean called it “the day the music died.”

    1. Hi Jim,

      Thanks for that. I wrote about this last year, too:


      Thanks for taking time out of your day to read my poetry. I really appreciate it.

      Have a good one.


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