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Should I lock the door behind me...
Shut questions out...
Satin pillowcase dreams...
Spirits walk in the bedroom...
My Father carries his pool cue...
My Mother, her dish towel...
Many years. Time stops...
Memories wet the pillowcase...
Tennessee, my beautiful wolf...
Tiptoes to my bed...
Touches her cold nose to my cheek...
Tickles with her eyelashes...
I didn't lock the door...
Pillowcase is dry...
Morning pools of sun...
Light fur, chalk dust on the floor.
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2007-12-07 09:19:13 · 15 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
I love this.
2007-12-07 09:32:39 · answer #1 · answered by glamour04111 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Jittery!
I got a nice picture planted firmly oin my head. Given the chance, it might turn out a paint on canvass!
I notice the rythm and rhyme for the first three Stanzas. "S", "M", and "T" began each line. but then the variation came on the last Stanza.
The poem is replete with enjambment as there is a free flow of thought each line runs into the other.
Undoubtedly a nice work of art!
keep them rolling!
2007-12-07 19:17:27 · answer #2 · answered by Freeman ®™© Resurrected 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
There have been times I think I could feel their presence around me.
There are so many that I miss so much that played such an important part of my life that it sometimes it seems like half of my life is already over. I have a small family and most have passed on.
It really makes you think that's for sure.
2007-12-07 10:33:04 · answer #3 · answered by ? 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Mom has been gone for a few years now, I think she was coming around shortly after she passed. The dreams were so real, i would see her face in the mirror instead of my own and then it would vanish leaving me alone with my own reflection. I havent felt her presence in years but she is with me...
2007-12-07 13:13:17 · answer #4 · answered by inkgddss 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Funny you should ask, as Monday is the fifth anniversary of my mother's death, and I never had a chance to tell her good-bye or that I loved her one last time. Lately I have felt little touches on my arm or my butt, and for some reason every time I do my thoughts immediately turn to Mom. I know it is her trying to reach me and tell me she loves me.
2007-12-07 15:28:42 · answer #5 · answered by Diane B 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Marvelous poem! Deliberate consonant choices of S and M and T for first three stanzas?
Sensitive, cultured spiritualist and perceptive poet. Ain't you?
Yes, sometimes I get such feelings as if the late was interceding for me. . . hard to explain clearly but it happens to me all the same.
good luck
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2007-12-07 14:31:28 · answer #6 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Ahh, the memories that
are locked in your mind
about your long gone but
not forgotten loved ones
seem to always appear
when you're at your most
vulnerable, in your dreams
They will forever travel in
and out of you regardless
of where you are and
whether your conscious
mind asks for them or not,
forever..........
2007-12-07 16:17:42 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
No I have not but I remember when my uncle died , about two days after I woke up in the middle of the night to find my dad walking around saying "Melvin is that you ?"
It was his brother who passed and they hadn't spoken in years.
2007-12-07 09:45:40 · answer #8 · answered by BILL 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Yes, I sometimes feel that mom is with me during some of my most trying times. My guardian angel...
2007-12-07 09:54:22 · answer #9 · answered by Chrystal D 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
beautiful poem. Always nice when the dreams are like that too.
2007-12-07 15:42:53 · answer #10 · answered by Michael A 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Yes, this poem touched deeply my heart. Brava!!!
2007-12-07 12:23:57 · answer #11 · answered by . 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋