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in this silence
the respirator breathes…
we did not know
*Inspired by Brian Strand's, Indelible Impressions contest. This was written the day after my
Step-father-in-law passed away...he passed while we were in the room.
Kept calling to him
As he climbed the grand staircase
Never knew he'd died
I climbed but could never reach him
Papa turned, smiled, waved good bye
BY: Annalise Brigham
FOR: Michael's "Tanka Me A Dream" Contest
perspective was found
through days of rain and sorrow
though laughter still came
a long painful plight ensued
and in one breath she had gone.........
A true story regarding one of my close friends.
Cancer spread throughout her body so, so quick
She passed one month ago today.
I Love you Karen!!!
All the people gone
not wanting to say goodbye
next to you i sit
frozen unable to weep
the earth falls from my small hand...
Persuaded by time,
and clothed in rust, trees reveal
a changed homecoming...
The illusions of my youth
drift away with falling leaves
My eyes search for him,
although my heart knows better
Old fences need paint,
Scabs of white shed like feathers
from the dry and weathered rails
There, by the back door
his old plaid jacket is hanging,
waiting to be worn...
It holds scent of burning leaves...
A tear smolders on the sleeve
For the Grief Contest:
another deep breath
of suffocating air
passes the lump in my throat...
I offer a Kleenex
to the woman beside me
DEATH ON A SPRING DAY
Death on a spring day
Outside all is bright and clear
He feels none of it
He dreams of fond times
Love the dream world puppeteer
I'd like to believe
Peace is a natural state
That war is foreign
But I see war after war
And brother slaying brother
Old sacrifice young
Our youth gone before their day
Then I want to cry
For thought that they gain nothing
Are lost through their innocence
What a wonder youth
How pliable and pristine
They want but to shine
While all the burnt-out old men
Pull the strings from their armchairs
bald eagle a shield
greeted by silence
over time the tears might dry
remembered for your valor
An empty pillow
she awakens to absence
one of many days
never to feel his warm touch
a kiss shared only in dreams...