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Doris Cornago

Hidden Recesses

I have played sad songs

And lively ones but none

can come up to the song

that pierces my heart

and make my days seem long.

Let me cry to fulfillment

I like to feel searing pain

from rejection that tears

my heart away from my soul

shatters the core of my being.

You are not real, I presume

my heart is not whole

my brain has stopped working

all have stopped functioning

since I lost memories of you.

Yes, I deny it - that you inhabit

the hidden recesses where

beauty and hope dwell

where the waves lap incessantly

and retreats placidly to shore.

You are a ghost fleeting

the story of my life retreats

when they encounter you

and my fingers are numb

from my incessant playing...

Submitted: Friday, December 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 20, 2013

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This poem is a looking back and a looking forward. A ghost conjured from a lingering smell in an old dress, a piece of fabric, a familiar tune that drifts from an open window - just anything could trigger back dead memories. They are never dead - just hidden - this is the message of the poem written to welcome a friend back from the 'cold'.

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  • Doris Cornago (12/20/2013 9:19:00 PM)

    Hi and thank you Claudge. I draw blood from readers and fans, alike. I did not want to publicize my poems until I was abandoned, and so, you see, the ghosts of the past keep haunting me. To be honest about the whole process, the ghosts made me write the poems. I hope that I am not scaring you with these comments. But hey, I will read your poems to know if my observation is true - poets are the most brave of writers. Again, thank you for appreciating. (Report) Reply

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