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Still Life

Contributed by minnesotarose on Friday, 30th May 2003 @ 07:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

It's been quiet around here
Since you've been gone,
Perhaps I will fare well
Without all the distraction
Of love's commotion,
I have enough to do -
A pile of unopened mail
To sift through,
That perennial stack of books
I move from here to there,
I vow someday to read.
I sleep a lot, for now,
Those days that drag on forever -
There's a calm in this place
Without your presence,
But not the expected peace
To go with it.
My mother had a picture
She kept on the wall for years,
As long as I can remember,
A bowl of fruit,
With some pottery nearby,
It was small, an ordinary print,
I wondered for years
Why she kept it.
You never said you loved me,
I know, I want to believe,
In the unseen, the unknown,
In angels with mercy.
I need to believe.
Where I live, there is a plant
On the window ledge,
I've had it a long time,
It has gone along with me
Everywhere I've been,
Misshapen, and needs tending to,
It's nothing special, a common kind,
But it still grows
Wherever I decide to let it be.
It has its place.

Copyright © minnesotarose ... [ 2003-05-30 07:35:00]
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Re: Still Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 10:22:15 PM AEST
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I have a hard time understanding why this has not been commented on. It is strange that time flies so fast when life is happy and full. Yet each day becomes a month when someone who has been a big part of your life leaves. As I get older I realize how much of ourselves are entwined with the lives of those we love, and it is like we drop a stitch in the tapestry when they are gone, and finding it difficult to pick back up again. This is an amazing piece of work. Rita

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