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missing (you)
by Kristina Woodhill
where is joseph at?
he is that fey cat
he, the origami master,
folding lines of words
day after day
into figurines to make
a senses taker
lose her beaded abacus,
this, my opine,
his constant
feathered tickle
counting up and down
the spine
i sure do miss
chris
i mean,
look at my face,
kissed in more than
one place by his
wild child sticky stamp;
his magnetics coloring
the side of this old mom
fridge
one small corner inside,
now dark, holds
his jelly jar smidge;
i still reach out
to tweak
his cheek
where has samuel gone?
there's been
a steady beat of
marching songs
since I've felt
his boots
hit
this
ground
(he rumbled my world)
his words sighted in
on my fears
and i found he did not
let me look away
from parts of me
i might find
deep, deep
inside
someday
i still spend time
in spring
on bended knees
where soil and
i become one
rich, dark thing
and as i weed
or place each patient
sacred seed
i note the flowers
always blooming there,
reread their perfect
placement
from her classic
garden fair,
where bees were always
welcomed
by maureen's gentle pen
04/09/2009
Author's Note: inspired by Philip's forum entry
Posted on 04/09/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/09/09 at 04:54 PM This is just beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/09/09 at 04:59 PM ...kristina, what gabe said, only louder... |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/09/09 at 05:35 PM DITTO!!! Just beautiful! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/09/09 at 09:45 PM What Chaz said, only whispered in awe.... Exquisite! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/09/09 at 10:00 PM You have described each of them just as I imagine they shall nod, yes they shall nod yes. I'm glad you wrote something about what Philip wrote, because I wanted to dive in about samuel, and stopped stopped stopped because ~ I reckon I was hoping to find this poem. Yes. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/09/09 at 11:23 PM Oh my, this is just amazingly beautiful! I can hear their chorus of "yesssssssss". Love, love, love to you!!!! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/10/09 at 01:59 PM Wonderful in description and emotion! And in tribute memory as well! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/11/09 at 01:02 AM A gallery of tributes in one bouquet. Each flower unique. How beautiful a composition!...love&light m.a |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/13/09 at 10:52 PM I remember feeling something approaching devastation when Aiko left here a few years ago (before you joined). Since then, I've tried to inure myself to departures. I'm sure these word-painted absentees will appreciate your remembrance, whatever framestate they reside in. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 04/14/09 at 04:07 PM Though I wasn't very familiar with all of these departed poets, you've painted a gentle tribute to each with perfectly chosen words and images. The last stanza, a tribute to Maureen Glaude I presume, got me a little "misty" - beautiful.... d:-) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/25/09 at 12:50 PM one such as I, reading these words so gentle so tender so perfect tinkling on the soul's keyboard. one reading such as I cannot but adore the sounds your fingertips make with this opus, which raises the fur in my eyes curling it like an incoming wave. |
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