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[title] => A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
[time] => 2007-09-05 05:58:28
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[bodytext] => On the top shelf,
Gently curving red-veined glass.
It was yours once and has passed through
Many hands
To get to mine.
Through no fault or negligence
You are barely a name to me now.
Like chalk lettering on a slate
Long since melted in the rain
All sharpened knowledge is no more.
But my heart knows,
And perhaps that is more important.
Is it possible to remember someone
You never knew to forget?
I can remember you.
It is instinctive and indefinable
As birdsong or nightfall,
And just as inherently glorious,
For in all this beauty there is death,
Then life again stirring in its ashes.
This morning I walked barefoot on the sand,
My footsteps erased by the turning tide
As if I had never been there.
This afternoon I cleared the patch and placed
A single rose, alive, at your feet.
You are not forgotten.
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[score] => 40
[ratings] => 8
[editpoem] => 1
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A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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Dom
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Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 05:58:28 AM in AEST
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On the top shelf,
Gently curving red-veined glass.
It was yours once and has passed through
Many hands
To get to mine.
Through no fault or negligence
You are barely a name to me now.
Like chalk lettering on a slate
Long since melted in the rain
All sharpened knowledge is no more.
But my heart knows,
And perhaps that is more important.
Is it possible to remember someone
You never knew to forget?
I can remember you.
It is instinctive and indefinable
As birdsong or nightfall,
And just as inherently glorious,
For in all this beauty there is death,
Then life again stirring in its ashes.
This morning I walked barefoot on the sand,
My footsteps erased by the turning tide
As if I had never been there.
This afternoon I cleared the patch and placed
A single rose, alive, at your feet.
You are not forgotten.
Copyright ©
Dom
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2007-09-05 05:58:28]
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 06:03:58 AM AEST
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good poem, love the imagery you used! i can relate to the feeling. thanks for sharing!
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by purplestary on
Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 06:09:09 AM AEST
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| this was a very nice peice. i enjoyed it. a little bittersweet....very nice.. that last line is such a strong line too..."you are not forgotten" ..very powerful. thanks for posting. |
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by Malcolmsdreamgirl on
Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 07:32:06 AM AEST
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Mmm... I liked this poem, indeed so much I read it several times to be sure to get the true meaning ....
Thankyou x
Dee x |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by needledancing on
Wednesday, 5th September 2007 @ 09:05:52 PM AEST
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| Softly and love filled through and through, to honour not just a memory but a moment in life that will always remain precious. So few are these shared that this just hugs the reader to remember and want to squeeze out and share as well, their moments. Very touching, truly. |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by Nazmythian on
Thursday, 6th September 2007 @ 03:24:24 PM AEST
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I really like poetry that gets me thinking...
who is it that is not forgotten ? I would guess feminine... a Grand Mother perhaps ? Great Grand Mother ... "it has passed through many hands..."
An heirloom to you, something to treasure and perhaps pass on yourself ? This intrigues me and I like that it does. Poetry isn't always black or white and sometimes it needs to leave questions for the reader to interpret as they will.
Nazzy ~ |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by deadheadpoet on
Thursday, 6th September 2007 @ 09:43:23 PM AEST
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Dom,
This was beautiful and had such a nostalgic feel to it. You have me wondering "who" is the one that is not forgotten. You've penned this well and made me feel intrigue with this story. Thanks for sharing.
Peace, love and hugs,
Laura |
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by Spike on
Wednesday, 12th September 2007 @ 11:18:11 PM AEST
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Dom, as the saying goes,
'I would rather be remembered in the heart than recalled in the mind'
Okay, I just made that up, but dedicated poetry is so often inspirational, especially when fluidly constructed and so beautifully worded. Thank you for the endorphin cascade.
S. |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 25th September 2007 @ 10:10:53 PM AEST
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This is especially touching i read it and as i did beleive it or not, it brought back feelings of days in my youth when i wasn't on lets' say, the terms i am with love nowadays. I
like it, cause it conjured up old memories and old emotionsthat i'm not at liberty to write about on here. Thanks for the trip back in time, some tiimes i need it more than i let on.
so i live it through other peoples emotions.
thanks 4 the comment also
Ben
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by doug on
Wednesday, 26th September 2007 @ 10:08:53 AM AEST
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Wonderful writing , stirring strong
emotions. I enjoyed every stanza
very much. This is great work.
Truly, Doug |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Monday, 8th October 2007 @ 11:47:58 AM AEST
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Dom~ *wow* this is top notch writing girl and
poetry that gets me really thinking.
Who is it that is not forgotten ? Quite intriguing you have me curious. I love the way you have your readers intrepret the poem to the way they will. Gets their minds stimulated and ticking, lol.
I'm always at awe with your fantastic writings dearest Dom. Well done and keep it up girl!
huge hugs,
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 28th October 2007 @ 05:49:12 AM AEST
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beautifully nostalgic, so moving for me this day as i have refound something of my grandmothers which now sits upon my desk, and i love your ending, what an honorable one:)
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: A Red Vase With Wooden Roses
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 7th December 2007 @ 07:38:25 PM AEST
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Dom this is a work of art. As most if not all of your work seems to be. There are so many things I could say about this work, but most have been said by someone else.
I find this utterly rare and astonishing that you seemingly personified someone you never met but feel a connection. I do not believe that it is the item that gives you the connection. I actually feel it is the item that seems to affirm a connection you already felt. I have heard few speak of ancestors they never met or knew but felt a deep connection with. I find it an interesting and compelling topic. But I must say I have only seem or read anything artistic to relay that sentiment. This is rare and wonderful! Your words move hearts.
This morning I walked barefoot on the sand,
My footsteps erased by the turning tide
As if I had never been there.
This afternoon I cleared the patch and placed
A single rose, alive, at your feet.
I also love how this stanza alone seems to show how two different worlds or dementions act upon another. In the opening of this stanza you relay a simple non-existence. Then follow it up with a clearing of a patch as if to make yourself known and giving yourself a place in the world of someone past. You gave something alive to something dead in order to exist and in order for the dead to exist again.
Damn, I am not sure if I am at all on target but this is how I felt reading this. A brilliant, brilliant, brilliant work! You are certainly one of the best this site has to offer!
SUPERB!
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