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the widow
Contributed by
munkayman
on
Sunday, 12th February 2006 @ 05:57:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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the wind blows through her frail hair,
its camoflaged in the silver sky
swimming through it like a shoal of fish.
she approaches him.
hello stanley,
he doesn't answer.
she carries on the conversation.
she talks as if she can hear him,
remembers his voice and rearranges words he's said.
the ground beside him is open, screaming to be filled.
knowing she'll be there soon enough is calming.
she places her stone next to him.
silver turns to grey delicately,
destroying the strand of life which is held too dear.
the grass is more subtle in empathy
and the wind whispers in comfort.
branches curl and sway,
his widow walks away.
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munkayman
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2006-02-12 17:57:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: the widow
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 12th February 2006 @ 10:24:56 PM AEST (User
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This had an extremely mystic feel to me. Quite enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing. Peace, Laura |
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