She. (CML)

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited May 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She. (CML)

On windows
memories become rain.

Each drop
a bit of my life.

When the sea swells
exposed tombs drown me down
dragging me down under.

It all started
when raindrops
washed her roses
golden roots and up.

I swear
I hear her working the soil
as the garden is bathed underneath her.

As I cry remembering her singing
and so many yellows
all hers
a robin with a damaged wing
calls to me… calls to me.

When I look across the garden
I see no flying
no birdsongs
only memories raining.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    chadwick, this one is so sad. That's not typical for you. :|
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    A lovely poem, sad but in a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    thanks folks.

    a bit about this poem.
    i asked a friend of mine what it should be called.
    they said, call it... She 950

    so there you go... 950 in roman numeral = CML
    :mrgreen:
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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