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Reminiscence (edited)
Contributed by
thespiritx
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Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 10:41:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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The wind whistled
Through the cracks of the house,
An old facade of a hope
That faded into a world of dreams.
And within sat a man,
Contemplating heavily his life
With each breath he took.
Oh how he yearned for more.
The sand in the hour glass ran empty,
The clock on the wall long dead,
And ever so slowly did the man move...
Move to count the time.
Without a sound he leaned over,
Touched his ancient hand upon
His ancient hourglass, counting not only the current time,
But also the future. His future.
And ever so slowly did he sit back,
Knowing deep inside that,
Much as the sands wasted away,
So did he.
He thought back on his life,
Cracking a smile so slight that
It was difficult to see in the dim orange hues
Of the advent sunset outside.
"So many sunsets have I seen," he whispered,
"So many beautiful sunsets."
He turned, cocking his head to listen to
The sounds of Mozart on his phonograph.
"So many amazing songs have I heard," he whispered,
"Such intricacy and grace."
His crooked smile crept upon his face again,
The wrinkles of time playing across his features heavily.
And he sat still, smiling
In that dark, old room,
Staring at the oak walls
For so long a time.
The scent of the pine trees outside
Danced across the breeze drifting through the open window,
And played on his nose gently,
Arousing his senses once more.
"So many sweet fragrances have I smelled," he whispered,
"Like the perfume Beth always wore."
Closing his eyes and leaning back in his mahogany rocking chair,
He sighed a sigh full of knowledge and wisdom.
The sand trickled through the aperture of the glass,
Falling bit by bit, grain by grain.
The old man reached out cautiously, eyes still closed,
and turned the hourglass just as the last particle dropped.
"So many fine, soft things I have felt," he whispered,
"So many small, delicate features."
His hand caressed the table on which the hourglass sat,
A table of exceptional craftsmanship, sturdy and strong, but beautiful.
"And there is one who I have loved greatly," he sighed,
"And I wish to see her once more."
His lingering smile faded slightly,
And he sat still once again.
Only occasionally did the creak of the rocking chair
Disturb the serene peacefulness of the empty room,
Devoid of all except memories, and only so slightly
Did it sound, as if it feared imposing on the tranquility.
In between the minutes, the silence grew tight.
The hourglass drained away quickly,
Creating a hole in middle of the sand, leaving a mere minute's worth
Sitting defiantly against time itself.
The very last of the sun's brilliant corona
Set down beyond the distant hills,
Leaving its pale reflection off of the clouds on the horizon
As the only source for light inside the cold, dark house.
The final particle of time's measure
Dropped through the hourglass one last time,
And the glass sat awaiting its owner's tender assistance;
A reassurance that life was continuous and everlasting.
But no sound nor movement broke the silence,
No creased hand strained to reach beyond
The boundary of the chair's arm on which it rested.
No more did the man care about time.
The sun had set on his last day,
The hour arrived on which he knew he was due.
His half-cocked grin, the same that spread wide across
A boy's face once in happier times long gone,
Broke the stoic expression,
And, through his parted lips,
A small, short breath of air passed,
Then nothing more.
I stood up and stared down at this man,
This old man who had seen hatred, pain, love and joy,
And I reveled in his peacefulness.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said,
"I've always loved you, dad.
I've always loved you."
I walked out and stood on the porch.
In the distance, playing across the wind, was a child's laughter.
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thespiritx
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Re: Reminiscence (edited)
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 11:12:16 PM AEST
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Awww, SpiritX, very touching write.... It is great to see you posting again....hope to see more soon.
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Re: Reminiscence (edited)
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by Eve on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 11:19:05 PM AEST
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This is absolutely breathtaking. My eyes were so wide the entire thing, because I was trying to take it all in without crying.
This is a wonderful piece you've written, and the most bittersweet thing I've seen in a long time. Which basically means I'm torn between smiling and crying. Maybe I'll do both. My first inclination was to gasp, though. Which I've already done many times.
I should shut up now. This is beautiful in every way.
Keep writing,
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