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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

Date: 2/25/2020 6:52:00 PM

A magnificent poem with amazing imagery, Sandra:-) Congratulations on your top win!

Sandra Adams
Date: 2/25/2020 8:55:00 PM

Thank you so much Edward.... hugs

Sam Kauffman

Date: 2/25/2020 5:24:00 PM

Wonderful imagery with a picture painted in words - as always! Questions to ponder! Congratulations Sandra! Very nice my friend! hugs

Sandra Adams
Date: 2/25/2020 8:55:00 PM

Thank you so very much Sam... hugs :)

Phil Capitano

Date: 10/27/2019 2:31:00 PM

Always the search for acceptance. Nicely penned. :)

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/27/2019 2:37:00 PM

Thank you so much Phil.... hugs :)

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/25/2019 9:34:00 AM

A haunting write, Sandra.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/25/2019 10:42:00 AM

Thank you Line....my muse goes up and down in her poetry often....hugs

Chris Green

Date: 10/25/2019 7:15:00 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
Date: 10/25/2019 10:40:00 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

Date: 10/25/2019 6:41:00 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
Date: 10/25/2019 10:37:00 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 Jennings

Date: 10/25/2019 5:54:00 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
Date: 10/25/2019 10:35:00 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

Date: 10/25/2019 5:09:00 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
Date: 10/25/2019 10:32:00 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

Date: 10/25/2019 4:33:00 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
Date: 10/25/2019 9:02:00 AM

- Sorry ... a topic I know EVERYTHING about :(((

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/25/2019 4:59:00 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