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The Trunk
by Jane E PearceTheir fingerprints and DNA are on all the pictures
in the trunk, and sometimes when I look out the window
to see the setting sun, I can hear them
behind me, rustling, trying to make new heat
in their bodies-just for a moment, as they form
"we love you" on lips long dried,straining to be heard.
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Tears surprise after all these years- the missing
never stops it seems- I whisper"come back",
but the loves that lived so long ago would cringe
at the world today. So we give them shelter
in a beating heart and a trunk that speaks
of goodbyes on a snowy January day. 02/16/2006 Posted on 02/16/2006
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/17/06 at 06:16 AM Wonderful Jane wonderful. It goes in my favorites
list...Charlie |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/17/06 at 08:19 PM Wonderful nostalgia for the past, the absent; like a liquid solution in which the poem develops a snapshot of reality. Fav+, and a potd suggestion. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/19/06 at 09:51 PM silently, quietly, poignantly beautiful. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/20/06 at 05:18 AM Why does it not surprise me (reading that you are an R.N.) that you would connect with the DNA on old photos in such a way as to make human hearts beat even from the grave. The love and sadness leap into MY heart from this lovely poem and from the fingers that typed it as if they were caressing a battered and bruised warrior. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/23/06 at 03:10 PM The power of love nicely exemplified in "the trunk." Well stated, and well deserved in hitting no. 1 Jane. :o) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 02/27/06 at 02:40 AM The memories of yore are no doubt timeless treasures in themselves, but to stow them in a trunk and put your heart to pen and page is a priceless loom of heir.
pe4ce... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/05/06 at 10:16 PM Good-byes are never easy and you speak of storing them for another day, in such an elegant way. Maybe they will come back, when the time is right, or stay buried forever in the mind's trunk.
~Chelle~ |
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