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Floorboards Of Your Heart
by Kate DemereeSome distant day
You will at last
Hear me
When the wind brushes your hair
Lays it on your cheek
Perhaps it will be then
You hear me speak
Soon I will be gone from here
The dust will once more settle
It will be quiet again
No more upset
The floorboards of your heart
That so loudly protested my weight
Will no more sing
Discordant tunes
The wind will only whisper
Which is as it should be
Distant, only blowing through
Now and again
05/15/2003 Posted on 05/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/19/03 at 05:28 PM maybe you are heard, Kate...these words deserve to be....and i think i will leave Joe Johnson's words as a better tribute than any I could muster here |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/28/07 at 01:33 PM your words Kate, are never distant from your heart and your pen is always at the ready like a postman to deliver to mine eyes, which thank you for this gift of words, for which I pay a tip upon delivery. and I must add, that soulful pen of yours has delivered, again and again and always to the heart. |
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