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About This Poem
In a Line Stood the Day
The grey chill hung low and dripped from the faces;
Faces that had once known and understood.
Dreams drifted and blended creating an everlasting image
Of the woman we once knew. Cold feet…
Standing with heavy heart, silent words mouthed from
Icy lips…
The day stood and watched as the clouds passed, overhead
Birds sang…beyond houses, beyond touching.
Hands held uniting the colour of the day…
Minutes threaded their way through cold breath
And whispered her name…her age forgotten!
Her face; lives on in the blank stare of those that stand
In silence…the stars will once again return; swimming
And shimmering amongst the blackness of the faces
Who stand and watch the day drip into night…
The life we knew and cared for has been poured into…
A cask…of bitterness, of dreams, of unspoken words…
© 10/12/2012
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