Peter, Remembered

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For Second Chance For Non Placement Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France, originally entered in Any Subject Poetry Contest judged 1/20/2025

In silence, I now sit inside your room as doleful fingers strike piano keys, and beauty soars like roses, red, in bloom. The weight of life, your heart and mind, it flees. A sad, foreboding melody does loom. I muse as I remember times like these - just thirty-seven years on earth, not long. Tonight, I hear your sad piano song.

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 1/8/2025 10:51:00 AM

Bittersweet write Dave. Nice for for presentation. :)

David Crandall
Date: 1/8/2025 11:20:00 AM

Thanks elle

Deb M

Date: 1/6/2025 12:40:00 PM

Oh David such a beautifully sad poem which is relatable to many. My dad died at 36... l never got to know him. I am sorry you lost Peter so young! Cuddles...Debx

David Crandall
Date: 1/6/2025 2:07:00 PM

My goodness, 36, way too young, and sad. Take care, Deb.

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 1/6/2025 3:16:00 AM

That’s so sad David, a very nice tribute to your roommate who passed too soon… Beryl

David Crandall
Date: 1/6/2025 8:33:00 AM

Thanks Beryl!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/5/2025 7:41:00 PM

Wow. Just the type of poetry this form suits best. So lovely. So sad.

David Crandall
Date: 1/5/2025 8:09:00 PM

Thanks, this was one of my roommates in 1978 when I was 18. He was a nice guy, played classical piano, which I don't know much about. He played a piece called "Picture from an Exhibition" over and over, which I thought of as beautiful and brooding. I liked it. He died suddenly, with unknown cause, about 12 years later, which was sad.