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Array ( [sid] => 183967 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => New England Dawn [time] => 2017-03-02 09:48:20 [hometext] => The imagrey this poem paints invoked the write...I/'/m a happily married midwesterner with no skin in this game. [bodytext] => A Nor Easter has these old windows singing

at a pitch only it can coax.

I/'/m glad our sons/'/ tucked away in the Catskills,

but God, I miss him so.

And this old cabin Dad passed to me

still whispers with memories

of where our love began;

now this hurricanes/'/ trying to take away

what remains since you ran.

I’ve been through the first wall

with my life in a free fall,

now I/'/m in the eye of our sorrows start,

and if I make it through the last wall to the truth,

I/'/ll throw my thumb out for happier parts.

As soon as this Nor Easters/'/ spun along

I/'/ll spill our last tear and be gone,

away in the New England dawn,

yes, away in the New England dawn. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 52 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )

New England Dawn

Contributed by Invierno on Thursday, 2nd March 2017 @ 09:48:20 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

A Nor Easter has these old windows singing

at a pitch only it can coax.

I/'/m glad our sons/'/ tucked away in the Catskills,

but God, I miss him so.

And this old cabin Dad passed to me

still whispers with memories

of where our love began;

now this hurricanes/'/ trying to take away

what remains since you ran.

I’ve been through the first wall

with my life in a free fall,

now I/'/m in the eye of our sorrows start,

and if I make it through the last wall to the truth,

I/'/ll throw my thumb out for happier parts.

As soon as this Nor Easters/'/ spun along

I/'/ll spill our last tear and be gone,

away in the New England dawn,

yes, away in the New England dawn.

Copyright Â© Invierno ... [ 2017-03-02 09:48:20]
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Re: New England Dawn (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Thursday, 2nd March 2017 @ 12:16:56 PM AEST
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Brother Mike

Not quite sure who you/'/re talking of, however I get what you/'/re talking about. Yes its sad but necessary for the sake of healing to take the closure and move on, but closure does not mean forgetting Boet. Memories are precious like diamonds keep them safe take them out from time to time polish then and appreciate them. Beautiful write here. God bless

Greetings
Gert

PS: mail me please

Re: New England Dawn (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Friday, 3rd March 2017 @ 01:43:45 PM AEST
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Scares me , feels like my skin in the game x message me too please

Re: New England Dawn (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 11th March 2017 @ 08:47:33 AM AEST
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I/'/m honored Mike. What a wonderful write. And yes you are correct and thank you for the vision you put forth. Somehow this took me back to the 70/'/s.....
I intermixed England Dan into this somehow :)

James

Re: New England Dawn (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 16th April 2017 @ 12:50:06 AM AEST
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And the imagery conveys such a nice story.

So very enjoyable!

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