Omen
PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Poems inspired by, or written by Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard.
Pushing back from the gate, The journey’s final flight, One last joyous goodbye to Patrick, Enhanced by reflections of Stephanie, And newfound kinship On distant river. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
As the years wash out to sea, The shores of our lives eroding away, We witness the mountains of rock, Like our memories of you, JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Today Carol and I enjoyed a picnic at the place where Patrick died. As with flesh, our stone cairn, built in May, had collapsed, the program lost. We built it again, restored the New Yorker to the pile, added a flower, posed for pictures beside it. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
There, wadded up in the pocket of Patrick’s bathrobe, hanging in Ivonne’s closet, in the Old Town, on the island he so loved, were his suspenders. Memories surfaced: His dapper look, bearing his age with dignity and class. New memories emerged: Packing the boxes, sorting out the things people wanted, the things to donate; sending […]
Sitting at a long table with strangers, the sea is particularly blue, placidly blue, vividly blue, the blue of Donna’s fancy glasses or Solan water bottles. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
On this gray and peaceful day The fields beside the apartment have been turned. The bleating sheep evacuated In favor of simple earth. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
My sister Jennifer Meador wrote a lovely poem called My Father’s Voice which we read at the Spanish memorial service. However, she has now blocked her web site so that you can no longer access it. Fortunately, it was included in the memorial program so you can find it there if you wish.
It seems appropriate to post this on Valentine’s Day, that Hallmark card celebration that can nonetheless be used to convey real love. I’ll post the back story that goes with it when I get a chance. i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i […]
Patrick wrote Soisolas No 2 for Ivonne in 2015. It’s a moving piece, so sweet we elected to include it in the memorial program. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Con los ojos cerradoste veo. Con ellos abiertos, te miro. Con las manos cerradas, te hablo. Con ellas abiertas, te palpo. Con la boca cerrada, te hablo. Con ella abierta, te beso. Te escucho y suspiro, respiro yte inhalo. Con los cinco sentidos, TE AMO. Luz Adriana Rojo Estrada (Found in Patrick’s files, dated 12 Sep 2013) PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Patrick reads this e.e. cummings poem titled she being Brand during a brief visit in L.A. on 22 November 2011. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Patrick reads this e. e. cummings poem called nobody loses all the time during a brief visit on 22 November 2011. It kinda-sorta seems appropriate for Hallowe’en. Originally saved as 111122_114948_poem_uncle_saul.mp3. This version shrunk to fit in WordPress, and saved as 111122_114948_nobody_loses_all_the_time.mp3. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. patrick-meadows.com
Dedicated to John in ‘7, but applies to Patrick now as well. Today would have been John’s 108th birthday. Fathers whisper With the breeze In long encouraging phrases To offset Somber reminders Each bitter milestone brings Dads encourage children, With each questioning gaze Reflected in our mirrors, To thrive Despite their fatherly absence Parents speak […]
we won’t let you go! tackling me at the knees. gretchen is laughing at this new game with daddy. jennifer is older and cries her mother’s panicked eyes telling her it’s no joke with my books bundled in twenties i lash myself down the stairs, toss them into the vw bug and drive mari to […]