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A Window Shuts

Contributed by GinnyK on Monday, 18th May 2009 @ 07:45:47 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry




An intense aroma from Mother's lilac bushes
satiate the air through our open kitchen window
Robins perched on the rusty downspout
falling from our old front porch,
whistle their sound of peek, tut, peek, tut

Melancholy music is perceived faintly
in the very near distance
as my mother's fingers effortlessly
surf the ivory keys of the piano,
decades old and perfectly tuned

Daddy reclines, comfortable
in his easy chair, listening. He smokes
cherry blend tobacco in a hand-carved pipe
creating an intithetic, lingering aroma
as he sips his after dinner drink

Too many whisky laden drinks
change the focus of events
as my Father stands up, curses
his dislike of a tune being played

He stumbles, raises an empty
bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey,
throwing it against the wall,
shattering it into small jagged pieces

Quickly, Mother's music ceases,
as the open window slams
shut, breaking the stained glass
that she loved so dearly

Soothing sounds and aromas of flowering
spring bushes no longer hover
but a repugnant smell of tobacco
and hard liquor remain

Sometimes I try and remember
the flowery smells, soft musical sounds -
but abruptly, I hear that colorful window
quickly close

Oh, how rapidly a serene mood is erased,
replaced by one of uneasiness, sadness




Copyright © GinnyK ... [ 2009-05-18 07:45:47]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A Window Shuts (User Rating: 1 )
by kmec1990 on Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 12:34:46 AM AEST
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hat a beautiful but haunting write. You paint a picture so clear it takes me there.
K




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