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moving poem 2
by Kathleen Wilson
my tears
made the fireplace
the long wait
and the sand that settled
in heavy bags on every floor
I could not lift them
instead I lightened the recipe
with some improvisation
my tears
in the heavy mix
were hard to stir
in the strong solution
before it was ready
all the broken pieces
were set into the wall
and I started the fire
10/12/2009 Author's Note: how it went~~~
second thoughts but in no particular order
Posted on 10/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/12/09 at 05:46 PM How many time through out life to we have second or even third thoughts? But life goes on with or without us. This is a really good write m'lady. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/12/09 at 10:20 PM Yes, that is how it goes and I read both one and two in back order and two grabs my heart strings and adds tears for I missing something today, or someone and maybe it is from a past I moved from...so that is how it goes but we do move one. Nicely done. smh |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/12/09 at 10:46 PM Moving piece, and you nailed it. It is your validation. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/20/09 at 03:53 AM I love the concepts and realizations of them in your writings. Another great work. |
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