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He showed me to a room
With dimmed lights and
Soft, soulful music.
It was appropriate.
...
As the flames in flamenco dance
Show off their vibrant hues
Of tangerine and cinnabar
I notice, not a note of various blues
...
MAGGIE'S SHOES.
They were made of the softest leather,
Flat with crepe soles;
...
He's standing at the window; bird watching.
His shoulders drooping, his back bent;
The dark hair now grey and thinning,
His youthful energy spent.
...
Along the dark shore where the waves roll wild
And the wind roams where it will,
The soul fills with flaming passion
While the stars stand shocked and still.
...
As one door, not quite closed yet
Another's door key is turning.
Her hours of winter are on the wane,
Her soul, for peace, is yearning.
...
THEIR STORY
They spring up like mushrooms
From the hole that shares no warmth.
...
He digs from dawn to dusk
One foot and then the other
Hips with Swiss movement
And a twenty year guarantee
...
She's a walking book.
Free to read.
Who will never know dust
Nor a rigid shelf.
...
You have seasoned my heart with summer spice
Brought on the air from paradise
Clothed me in fall's sacred shades
To wrap around like scented glades
...
I till the furrows of the page
By hand; the thought machine
On overdrive, so till I must,
If I'm to sleep serene.
...
Ah! You thought me that sort too,
To cry, "How could you forget me? "
To wail and sob like a mad woman
Then throw myself under your Harley-D
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A GENTLE CALM
A gentle calm this early morn
Born on the wind from the south
...
As the clock struck the half hour
A whisper was heard in the silence deep
To the man, "Why did you forsake me? "
But to the mother, "I love you, do not weep."
...
February Day In Saissac
You don't see the dense mist coming down.
It creeps like a spy on cushioned feet.
...
The fly, the fly; with his quick flashing eye,
Didst give me a run for my money.
As I sat in the sun with my coated bread bun
He ran, all over my honey.
...
He, a miner of kimberlite
Devoted lover of rocks;
A devourer of material mixtures.
...
Such images dance in splurging hues
On sheets of silken white delight
A million souls in pastel shades
A million souls in blackest night
...
Petals on a table
Deep crimson and cream
A passing a recall
Back to a dream
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The Best Poem Of poppy miller
The Funeral
He showed me to a room
With dimmed lights and
Soft, soulful music.
It was appropriate.
I told the funeral director
I would do the laying out myself
It was important to me.
I would call him when finished.
He smiled the smile of an undertaker.
Did he understand how I felt?
The coffin was unlined
No need of white satin now.
I've brought with me the white box.
Do you remember it?
The one, which held all our keepsakes?
Well… it was silly me that insisted,
I thought they'd be good to look back on.
There's no need of them now.
What use are trinkets anyway?
The little pressed flower from
Our first meeting.
It looks so black and sad now.
Don't you think so?
The gold locket with its broken chain.
(It was tin really, but I never complained.)
My wedding veil with its double layer,
I could hardly see you, but I sensed you.
You were rigid. I thought it was wedding nerves.
Oh look! The photo of you blowing kisses
Toward the camera.
But it wasn't me taking the picture,
Just someone we'd met on honeymoon.
Sarina. She was very pregnant wasn't she?
And very happy too.
We kept in touch for a while.
Here's another one, of me this time.
Oh dear. It's the one with the black eye,
You were throwing pebbles at the beach
And one accidentally hit me. Remember?
It bled quite a lot didn't it?
The doctor was very quizzical,
But I managed to convince him in the end.
Oh look.
Here's the recording Sarina sent us
Of the baby's first cry.
She named the baby after you
Didn't she.
Oh I do babble on don't I?
I'd best get on with the packing,
There's quite a lot in here really.
I think I'll just tie it into one big bundle
And make a list on the package
With a laundry marker so it wont fade
And put it in the coffin.
CONTENTS:
Various nick-nacks
Lies
Controlling
Bullying
Disrespect
Anger
Impatience
Ridicule
Violence
Infidelity
Oh I nearly forgot. (silly me.)
Fear.
How could I forget that!
Fear was the most prominent wasn't it?
Never mind, it's on the list now
And all packed away.
The funeral car has arrived
But no hearse.
I'll carry the coffin on my knee.
I only needed a small one
As I packed everything tightly together.
There'll be no need of a service.
No need to waste money unnecessarily.
By the way, I packed some candles
And calamine lotion too.
I know it will be dark at your new place
And the heat overpowering.
It's time to go now but I was just wondering...
Will Sarina write a similar list
When her time comes.
10/03/2016
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