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we missed each other
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This afternoon[/font]
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Your magpie feather touched my shoulder[/font]
Your soft harsh vowels whispered behind my ear[/font]
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And I caught your stern cheekbones rising under my pale skin,[/font]
silencing me before I could ask
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Long fingers in my deep black pockets[/font]
Earth of fresh grave under nail[/font]
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You left a papery bag of clotted love[/font]
You’d brung it home for sister’s[/font]
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I smell on your jacket[/font]
Hot tobacco smoke in rasping lungs[/font]
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Long spine twisted still[/font]
From that quickdropped headstone[/font]
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In water reflected[/font]
Our shared silhouette etched on granite sky[/font]
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You knew every leaf in the damp green hedge[/font]
You knew the ancient names of the stars[/font]
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But the long [/font]hidden [/font]bones of your legs[/font]
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Which my mother[/font]
and I[/font]
have never seen[/font]
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Were gone to ground[/font]
Many years before I[/font]
Could ever talk[/font]
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Sen Dominick 1913 - Truru 1977[/font]
Published 8th Feb 2010
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Anonymous
8th Feb 2010 11:02am
heartbreaking verse of immense beauty, every phrase sparkle wityh great pain and tender loveliness!
Anonymous
8th Feb 2010 11:05am
I agree with Priya (seems to be a habit of mine)..
Anyway. This tells me so much - and like other class poems before this, which describe the black clouds that sit over our hearts when family members are lost, it made me cry..
Beautiful is the correct way to describe this clever verse,
Well done
Steven
Anyway. This tells me so much - and like other class poems before this, which describe the black clouds that sit over our hearts when family members are lost, it made me cry..
Beautiful is the correct way to describe this clever verse,
Well done
Steven
8th Feb 2010 12:46pm
this poem brings through feeling of respect for the lost ones and missing them; thoughts about the life with them if they were alive. it has sadness mixed with memories - but the sadness is gentle, almost whispering. thanks for sharing, enjoyed it
8th Feb 2010 9:31pm
for your lovely comments...i was trying to explore how what you might call the 'soul' of a person can live on through the memory and creative imagination of another - though i was just a baby when he died.
21st Oct 2011 6:38pm
I was blown away by your lines. So beautiful and descriptive and then you opened it enough for narrative introspection. Masterful.
