Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

In Faint Pulses of Night

i can hear
the faint pulse
of my heart
keeping beat
with the branch
of the old oak
softly tapping
against my window

i see you
standing in the shadows
rocks in hand
tossing them
through the space
of open windows
as my young eyes
peer lost
in the darkness

sometimes i wonder
if you hit your target
killed what you birthed
would you feel better
about yourself
or me

would i haunt your mind
instead of you
haunting mine

would you 
leave nothingness
at my grave
and curse my name
the same

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Edward Ibeh February 25, 2020 at 6:52 PM A magnificent poem with amazing imagery, Sandra:-) Congratulations on your top win! Sandra Adams February 25, 2020 at 8:55 PM Thank you so much Edward.... hugs

Sam Kauffman February 25, 2020 at 5:24 PM Wonderful imagery with a picture painted in words - as always! Questions to ponder! Congratulations Sandra! Very nice my friend! hugs Sandra Adams February 25, 2020 at 8:55 PM Thank you so very much Sam... hugs :)

Phil Capitano October 27, 2019 at 2:31 PM Always the search for acceptance. Nicely penned. :) Sandra Adams October 27, 2019 at 2:37 PM Thank you so much Phil.... hugs :)

Line Gauthier October 25, 2019 at 9:34 AM A haunting write, Sandra. Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 10:42 AM Thank you Line....my muse goes up and down in her poetry often....hugs

Chris Green October 25, 2019 at 7:15 AM I walked outside today greeted by a misty gray morning that seems to have followed me to your sad and lonely feeling poem. There are so many questions in between these poetic lines that I can hear echoing on the gusty wind this morning. Most I know will never be answered. These thoughts and memories that haunt you my friend are deeply rooted in your heart. But your heart is pure and that is why they affect you so. Beautifully written as always my friend...hoping the sun shines brightly for you Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 10:40 AM Sorry your day was gloomy like my poem...i have been collecting photos off my computer to move elsewhere and some images haunt, although this one came more from your comment about being able to write about a rock... the thoughts lead to the memory that penned this one...Thank you my friend, for the inspiration and comment... hugs

Vijay Pandit October 25, 2019 at 6:41 AM Those haunting questions mark the essence of thoughts trying to move on--a potent write my friend with verses like:would you leave nothingness at my grave and curse my name the same. Indeed a potent write, Sandy. Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 10:37 AM Thank you so much Vijay...i don't go to her grave much...i used to visit on holidays but sometimes i make a wreath and then give it away because i don't want to go...i always leaves gifts at my father's grave ... they are in different cemeteries, different towns... hugs

CayCay Godwin October 25, 2019 at 5:54 AM Your 'therapy' writes are so poignant and crystal bright with grayness. Your special skilled free verse delivers - every time. I felt like I was there, witnessing and feeling the rock throwing and the mental / emotional ripples. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 10:35 AM Well you my friend have read more of the therapy poems than most so you see it more... thank you CayCay...we all need hugs from time to time... hugs

Regina Mcintosh October 25, 2019 at 5:09 AM I'm so close to my mama... I feel for you. Love and prayers and your poem is perfect. Bless you always, Gina Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 10:32 AM you are lucky Gina...we never had closeness until she needed me in her dying days...i put aside my hurt and was her caretaker until that last breath...maybe i finally had the closeness i always wanted...but...the bad memories are so profound at times... i think she just wanted to die with a clean slate for her judgement day... hugs and blessings

Anne-Lise Andresen October 25, 2019 at 4:33 AM - Your night thoughts feel like a "ghost" chasing you, Sandra - Bury the ax and get rid of the "ghost" ... choose another path, my friend :) - I feel sadness in this poem :( - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Anne-Lise Andresen October 25, 2019 at 9:02 AM - Sorry ... a topic I know EVERYTHING about :((( Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 4:59 AM Sometimes the ghost chases me. Hard to cut ties to a mother. Good or bad... it will always haunt me ... thank you my friend ... hugs

Brenda Chiri October 25, 2019 at 1:19 AM Wow sandy this was really good! I loved it and as always my friend your ink is golden!;) Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 5:02 AM Thank you my friend ...some ghosts always haunt

Hello There October 24, 2019 at 9:26 PM a powerful piece from you, my friend... Sandra Adams October 25, 2019 at 5:03 AM Thank you my friend ...hugs