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Your Reflection In My Rear-View

through the edges of unkept grass i see the weeds twisted within the flowers that rest pressed against this sable stone i can't bring myself to sit by your side as often as you'd like i've tried i've cried i see your face looking back then suddenly i see me through the edges of glass death reaches through the grave towards me its shadow falling through the trees stalking me until i leave your reflection staring back through my rear-view unsettled like me

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Hello There

Date: 10/24/2019 11:23:00 PM

I hope you will find real peace one day, my friend, so that she will no longer taint your beautiful mind (and muse ;). An excellent piece of writing, my friend ~ hugs

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/27/2019 4:11:00 PM

Thank you so much my friend...i think one day that ghost may lay down and rest...finally.... hugs

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/23/2019 5:02:00 PM

Heart-rending, albeit a tad chilling. Penetrates to the bones, if not to the soul. Bravo, Poet! Warm wishes, Gershon

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/24/2019 10:34:00 AM

Thank you so much Gershon....i think it grabs my soul sometimes but i fight back through words... hugs :)

John Hamilton

Date: 10/23/2019 3:18:00 PM

Heart wrenching write Sandy I do feel for you, it must be difficult being tortured with the past for various reasons. I had to leave all my sadness behind me, to not become paralyzed in the present, hopefully you can get to that point of acceptance and renewal!

John Hamilton
Date: 10/26/2019 4:17:00 PM

It makes for GREAT poetry!

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/24/2019 10:32:00 AM

Thank you John...some days are good day, other days haunt, but then i write it out and feel healed again... hey it makes for good poetry if nothing else... hugs :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/23/2019 12:08:00 PM

A melancholy write my friend..a tribute filled in tears..memories indeed hurt, when you are missing someone. Another excellent poem, Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/23/2019 12:17:00 PM

Thank you my friend... there is much hurt there for many reasons...i need to get my muse out of this mindset ... hugs :)

Chris Green

Date: 10/23/2019 11:54:00 AM

Another sad and heartbreaking poem from your weeping pen my friend. Here's hoping that this sadness that fills your heart will diminish soon and allow the love you feel for your parents to shine for the beauty that was. I can though see where you got your looks from, your mother was beautiful.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/23/2019 12:04:00 PM

thank you...her eyes were brown, mine are blue but i resemble her enough that her south philly relatives that came here from italy call me Maria instead of my name, and they always correct each other but they say i can't help it, it's like looking at Maria... i work with a man who knew my parents, they were at his wedding, and he tells me all the time how much i look like her....i don't know what is up with my muse...i laugh, i smile, then she writes these teary eyed poems...i think my muse needs a vacation...hugs