Michael Walker

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A Clairvoyant. - Poem by Michael Walker

I can see your boarding house now,
A spacious, two-storied bungalow
That overlooked the blue-water harbour.
Your rambling house had good prospects.

There were boarders, like me, coming and going:
Some were short-term: some were long-term.
I had a bedroom with a view upstairs:
We dined and watched television downstairs.

It was a case of upstairs, downstairs.
You believed in me as a man, a student:
You listened when I found study difficult,
You insisted that I finish the course.

Thanks partly to you, I did graduate then,
With a degree that opened doors in teaching;
Doors that would otherwise have been closed.
But there was more to you than that...

For you were a spiritualist, a medium:
You were in touch with the other side.
You spoke of the light or dark aura I had.
An aura of happiness: an aura of dejection.

You advised me to trust the voice of intuition,
Which has served me well in many a crisis.
You predicted that I would live a long life;
You were an angel and I know your spirit lives.

-20 May,2016.

Topic(s) of this poem: woman

Form: Epistrophe

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This woman was my landlady when I was a student. I boarded with her family for a year. After I left the boarding house, I did not see her again. She was from London.

Comments about A Clairvoyant. by Michael Walker

  • Rajnish Manga (8/3/2017 3:08:00 AM)

    A great tribute to your landlady indeed who was much more than that- an inspiration and a motivating force. How nice that you acknowledge it 'Thanks partly to you, I did graduate then'. Thanks.
    For you were a spiritualist, a medium:
    You were an angel and I know your spirit lives.
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  • Christina Simmons (6/24/2017 12:27:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem! Sometimes people come into our lives not to stay forever but just until they teach us a lesson we need to learn about our self: that we would overlook otherwise. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2017 12:52:00 AM)

    I am glad to know that she believed in you. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Jones (3/21/2017 12:55:00 PM)

    A truthful aspect of your life expressed beautifully, people that inspire and care certainly make a mark, wonderful poem, Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (3/9/2017 7:40:00 PM)

    Rambling house had good prospects.It was a case of upstairs, downstairs. Spiritualist saw the theme of mystery of spirit. Spirit lived because she was an angel. A Clairvoyant's prediction was wonderful. This poem mesmerized mind. A poem very well expressed! ..10 (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:11:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for your comment and appreciation of the poem. You are right-
    it is rare to find someone who believes in you. I was lucky.

    (3/10/2017 7:09:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for your comment and appreciation of the poem.

  • (3/9/2017 4:34:00 PM)

    You never know where someone who believes in you comes from..good poem congratulations on poem of the day..a ten from me.. (Report) Reply

    (3/14/2017 7:15:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Lorraine.

  • Simone Inez Harriman (3/9/2017 12:51:00 PM)

    A lovely poem about kindness and support from an interesting lady. Congratulations Michael for a well deserved award poem of the day. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:12:00 PM)

    I am humbled and surprised by this choice and I appreciate your comment too.

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (3/9/2017 10:24:00 AM)

    It's the humane nature, particularly poets possess, what makes the writer to remember his boarding mistress with passion. Well presented story of a hearty relationship. Congrats for being the member's PoD. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:15:00 PM)

    Yes I do remember this boarding mistress with passion-with love and clarity after forty years. Thanks

  • Connie Yost (3/9/2017 9:58:00 AM)

    What a nice memory to write about. Some people do not have such good ones. I enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:17:00 PM)

    I did indeed rely on memory of things past to write this poem. This lady lives in my mind still.

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (3/9/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    Well communicated
    in a quatrain of six stanzas.

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    (3/10/2017 7:20:00 PM)

    The form of a poem matters nearly as much as the ideas and you have nailed it. Thanks.

  • Clarence Prince (3/9/2017 8:19:00 AM)

    You listened when I found study difficult
    You insisted that I finish the course
    It's very good that you've remembered kindness.
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    (3/10/2017 7:30:00 PM)

    I have found kindness to be quite uncommon, and when I encounter it, I do not forget. Thanks Clarence.

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/9/2017 6:02:00 AM)

    A medium! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:24:00 PM)

    Indeed yes-she was the only medium I have ever met, which helped to make her special. I know that she was right about a person's aura. Communication with departed spirits is more debatable, I think.

  • Tom Allport (3/9/2017 3:17:00 AM)

    a nice reflective poem of the good advice once given by someone who cared, well written. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:51:00 PM)

    Thanks Tom. This landlady gave me much valuable advice about how to cope with life in general.
    It was sound commonsense, even though she was a spiritualist.

  • Alexander Julian (3/9/2017 2:10:00 AM)

    An aura can be so many conditions about state and calculation. Direction has magnitude, yet there's reflection. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:56:00 PM)

    I think you are right about direction having magnitude and indeed reflection is part of discernment.
    Only a thoughtful person would think about auras, like a saint's halo. I am aware too that not everybody agrees with spiritualism, and I don' t follow it or discount it.

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (3/9/2017 1:18:00 AM)

    An aura of happiness.. congrats on being picked.. (Report) Reply

    (3/10/2017 7:28:00 PM)

    Thanks Bernard. After listening to her, I know that each person has an aura and she could discern when I was happy or quite 'down'. She saw the aura.

  • Geoffrey Fafard (3/9/2017 1:09:00 AM)

    Deep and accurate recall.What a wonderful gift when in can be put to poetic words later on down the road.Good writing, interesting and so readable.Thanks Michael. (Report) Reply

    (3/14/2017 7:14:00 PM)

    It heartens me no end that I am so readable, which was not always the case. Thanks.

  • Christina Simmons (3/9/2017 12:35:00 AM)

    Isn't it a good thing having sweet memories one can reflected on? Makes the world so much more fun and exciting. Congratulation! ! ! (Report) Reply

    (3/14/2017 7:12:00 PM)

    Memories of the past are like having a second life. It is best to focus on the sweet times,
    as you say.

  • Kim Barney (3/9/2017 12:35:00 AM)

    A fascinating poem about a fascinating person. There are people like that in this world and we are fortunate when we get the opportunity to know them.
    Congrats on having this selected as member poem of the day!
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    (3/14/2017 7:10:00 PM)

    Thanks for your uplifting comment. I was fortunate to know her.

  • Robert Murray Smith (3/9/2017 12:17:00 AM)

    Michael, I congratulate you.

    A beautiful poem. Many could relate as students to your experience. ++++10

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    (3/10/2017 7:18:00 PM)

    As ever, thank you so much for your positive and sincere comment Robert.

  • Terry Craddock (6/25/2016 6:48:00 PM)

    'You spoke of the light or dark aura I had.
    An aura of happiness: an aura of depression...

    You were an angel and I know your spirit lives.'

    my favourite lines, perhaps an artists curse, if we had the knowledge wisdom of decades of experience then since gained, we could have dived into the depths of the moment, nice contrasts, I enjoyed this
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    (3/10/2017 8:00:00 PM)

    'Aura is not an easy word or concept to pin down. However, I do accept that people have an aura about them, especially outstanding men or women. Especially in extreme moods. I know she saw my aura.

    (3/8/2017 7:09:00 PM)

    I appreciate your thoughtful, insightful comment. Thanks.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 12, 2017

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