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Array ( [sid] => 145847 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Thorns [time] => 2008-10-22 18:59:22 [hometext] => a poem about the death of my father. [bodytext] => In a blur it seemed to happen,
a room full of boxes,
songs to be sung, an organist to be picked.
At the start a look of shock,
dread,
reality,

Then darkness drew.
Voices hushed were shouting.
That sting of truth, painful, numb, painless.

A refusal of entry, an angy reply.
Strength, not for the good of me,
but for the dog, alone in the back kitchen,
confused as to where it's owner was,
was seen as shock, but i knew different.

Strangers, neighbours, people;
All intruders, none wanted: none refused.

When time came for the grand reveal,
boot laces untied, not by their owner
but by unfamiliar hands, shattered places
newly unknown to the senses.

Then music, hands. More hands.
Warm embraces, coldly received.
But the comfort of the last conference,
the last sight, where words said on my part
found no reply, pressure not returned.

A parting gift I new would be comfort for the ground.

Then the box-gone, followed by three roses,
their thorns embedded still.
For their pain, I am grateful.

I am grateful, they remind me. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 39 [informant] => walsh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
Thorns

Contributed by walsh on Wednesday, 22nd October 2008 @ 06:59:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



In a blur it seemed to happen,
a room full of boxes,
songs to be sung, an organist to be picked.
At the start a look of shock,
dread,
reality,

Then darkness drew.
Voices hushed were shouting.
That sting of truth, painful, numb, painless.

A refusal of entry, an angy reply.
Strength, not for the good of me,
but for the dog, alone in the back kitchen,
confused as to where it's owner was,
was seen as shock, but i knew different.

Strangers, neighbours, people;
All intruders, none wanted: none refused.

When time came for the grand reveal,
boot laces untied, not by their owner
but by unfamiliar hands, shattered places
newly unknown to the senses.

Then music, hands. More hands.
Warm embraces, coldly received.
But the comfort of the last conference,
the last sight, where words said on my part
found no reply, pressure not returned.

A parting gift I new would be comfort for the ground.

Then the box-gone, followed by three roses,
their thorns embedded still.
For their pain, I am grateful.

I am grateful, they remind me.




Copyright © walsh ... [ 2008-10-22 18:59:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Thorns (User Rating: 1 )
by outlawpoet on Wednesday, 22nd October 2008 @ 07:31:18 PM AEST
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great write i lost my father eight years ago so i feel ya here. good job puttig your emotions out there thats what this is all about


Re: Thorns (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 22nd October 2008 @ 07:53:49 PM AEST
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This is an excellent depiction of the circumstances of which you write. This poem made me relive the death of both my parents...
I am sorry for your loss and I hope it gets easier for you.... Keep him alive in your heart.

On another note, let me welcome you to YPDC, the best poetry site on the web... Hope to see more of your work..
Jenni


Re: Thorns (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 22nd October 2008 @ 09:03:32 PM AEST
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Welcome.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I can relate as both my parents are deceased.
Great writing even tho it's sad.
huggs, blessings, inner peace,
emy


Re: Thorns (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Thursday, 23rd October 2008 @ 03:12:25 AM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC first of all! Wow, what a story, what a poem. What a whirlwind death brings. You wrote this so well. You really touched me with this. I could relate to your emotions. I loved your ending. Those closing words really send the poem home. I applaud you...
Smiles to your world,
thank you for sharing
kara




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