Barbara Gorelick Poet Pantoum

Through the Dust

She drew her finger slowly through the dust
  The dust of all those years and yesterdays
  Tears in submission to times gone by
  Echoes of laughter came tumbling back
  The dust of all those years and yesterdays
  Wrapped now in the cloak of memories
  Echoes of laughter came tumbling back
  Searching for her childhood in this room
  Wrapped now in the cloak of memories
  Tears in submission to time gone by
  Searching for her childhood in this room
  She drew her finger slowly through the dust

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Richard Lamoureux June 2, 2015 at 8:00 AM You have a unique way of expressing yourself, I enjoy it.

Constance La France March 20, 2015 at 4:28 PM Barbara, congratulations on your win with this wonderful and emotional poem, it is sadly beautiful, a perfect 7 . . .

Sara Kendrick March 19, 2015 at 4:06 PM Congrats on your winning ..Sara

Poet Destroyer A March 19, 2015 at 11:23 AM Congrats.. PD

Emmanuel Brian Oule March 19, 2015 at 10:43 AM wow, congs, Dam well written Bryan

Tammy Reams March 19, 2015 at 9:22 AM Congrats on your win. Strong memories of child hood.

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2015 at 7:26 PM way to do a pantoum. BIG congrats for your win.

Robert Lindley March 16, 2015 at 10:29 PM Fantastic poem my friend. Touched me as I read it. Looking back can be a great thing but at times it does bring the tears. A7 and adding this jewel to my fav list....

Mark Trichet March 16, 2015 at 6:55 PM The magic of poetry. I loved this Barbara, you have a special pen. Congrats to you

Tim Smith March 16, 2015 at 6:47 PM Stopping back with congratulations...hugs Tim

Eve Roper March 16, 2015 at 11:26 AM Excellent verse, Barbara, congratulations on your fantastic win. Blessings Eve Barbara Gorelick March 16, 2015 at 11:31 AM Thank you Eve, one never knows how it will turn out..lol. Thank you for your support...Barbara

Sandra Haight March 16, 2015 at 8:19 AM Such nostalgia portrayed in your poem, Barbara. I felt the emotion in your wonderfully written poem. My heartfelt congratulations to your for your First Place win. Sandra Barbara Gorelick March 16, 2015 at 11:33 AM I'm glad you stopped by, thank you so much. Im so pleased with my placement.. its been awhile. lol. Barbara

Debbie Guzzi March 15, 2015 at 7:33 PM We are of an age where this happens daily [sigh] Congrad's on your win. Light & Love Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 9:10 PM Thanks Deb...Yes, age has many challenges, many of them in dealing with memories..BG

Laura Leiser March 15, 2015 at 6:50 PM What an excellent poem in the pantoum form, which I have yet to try. Congrats on your well deserved win, Barbara! :) Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 9:11 PM thank you Laura, I glad you liked it and stopped by..It was a complete surprise. Barbara

Skat A March 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM Barbara, CONGRATULATIONS, on your Win ~SKAT~

Joseph May March 15, 2015 at 3:08 PM Great write and win BG...congrats

Carrie Richards March 15, 2015 at 1:27 PM Oh, I love this, Barbara !! Well deserved congrats to my California neighbor! The tender nostalgia will always capture my heart...a lovely little phantoum that is a keeper! Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 2:18 PM Thank you! We must find a way to have coffee sometime..we are not that far apart. Barbar

Theresa Stephens March 15, 2015 at 12:28 PM My childhood home, now long gone, does live in my memories, even down to dust motes, I once observed, lit up by a sunbeam which streaked across the room when I was 6 years old. You have captured such an image in your excellent winning poem. Congrats, Theresa xx

John Lawless March 15, 2015 at 11:32 AM Barbara, this one hit it out of the park, for me at least. The Phantoum form, the content, style and cadence. Way to go. I'd give this a Boston "AWESOME WICKED PISSAH" RATING. Thanks for playing in the soup. Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 2:18 PM Thank you John...I am honored and delighted. Love your comment..I'm laughing...Barbara

Jan Allison March 15, 2015 at 11:23 AM Dropping back with my congrats Barbara:-) Hugs jan xx Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 2:19 PM thank you Jan..I so appreciate your support. BG

Tim Smith February 24, 2015 at 11:33 PM The memories are priceless but that Father Time has to ruin everything..... Hugs Tim

David Meade February 24, 2015 at 8:23 PM Looking back to our childhood -- where did it go! The house and rooms are so much smaller than I remembered . . . Your poem awoke some sleeping memories . . . how fast time does go!

Jan Allison February 24, 2015 at 6:56 PM wonderful memories - I love the form you have chosen for this poem Barbara - never attempted it myself - good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx Jan Allison February 24, 2015 at 8:03 PM I have just posted my poem - we all have such a unique take on this theme:-) Hugs jan xxx Barbara Gorelick February 24, 2015 at 8:01 PM Thank you Jan..you are always so supportive and I appreciate it. Barbara