Best Dressing Table Poems

Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
                      a bar of soap, to scent the clothes..
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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man thinks;
of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
      and woodlands in a thousand...

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Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves 
I'm just thinking about a room of my own
(an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next to my bed)
I'm happy imagining choosing some intensely patterned yet...

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Into the sea spring tides of the river flow,
Out of sea tides does the rising moon glow. 
Glittering waves roll on thousands of miles, 
All rivers are robed by lunar beams in piles.
The river twists and turns around the green field,
Snow pellets on flowers the...

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A wooden carving of a regal and grand horse stands,
outside to greet and usher customers into the dim.
The windows are a cluttered chaos of assorted things,
all beckoning and charming me to venture in.

The light is dappled and the corners lost in shadows,
aisles are narrow...

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I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the...

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On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won best picture at the Oscars that year. I mark the...

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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man whispers;
Of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
       ...

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Tall terrace housebow-fronted windows
Opulescent green lined walls silk paper
18th century  French  marquetry  pattern
Glowing dressing  table  walnut  veneer
Smoked salmon kisses heart on sleeve 
That  color  does   become   her  kitchen
A  glimpse  of...

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My mother was an aristocrat,
at least in her own mind,
she had a certain noble air,
a ramrod for a spine.

She knew her face was beautiful,
exceptional and rare,
and when she walked into a room,
one and all would stare.

She held her mouth a certain way,
with Mona Lisa's guile,
but...

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She's making love to him as though he'll
pay her with love he would have given
her in the lost years.

She's baking a fruit cake she saw
in a cookery book. It's the best she's
ever made. She knows he likes it.

She's taking out the garbage. Usually
they sleep all...

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Set neatly on her dressing table
Are make-ups and lip sticks.
All sorts of nail polish,
And glittering jewelry
Now lie upon
Her once untidy desktop.
No more Dolls and Tea sets,
And no more "wearing Mommy's clothes".
No more tea parties and Barbie houses
That used to emphasize her childish games.
Thus i find...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
      and woodlands in a thousand...

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Detritus 

Sitting there, honey,
Cleansed and bathed,
Scented with lilac and rose,
Glistening at your dressing table, and
Eyeing yourself in the chrome mirror;
I, as your guest, sit by and watch,
Astonished at your well-intentioned revealings,
Seeing your young beauty at morning tide,
As hands and fingers apply the detritus,
To nineteen year-old...

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