Ghosts parade through the trees
They march within the fog and mist
Pushed gently by the breeze
Memories that will not fade
They carry, on their lists
I stand beneath the fire sign Moon
Reminded of the years before
A chill settles in my bones
I wear it now
I am alone
Still, some items remain
From days past
One, that I've not
Burned to ash
The wool coat you sent
That keeps me warm
And reminds me of
The heart I've torn
Puna,Hi. Oct 2008
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This is just such a wonderful poem. It is often the ordinary things, things we wouldn't normally imbue with meaning - like a coat - that serve to remind us of what has been. The tone in this poem is exquisite.
Thanks so much Selma. True words. I will always wear this coat. However the feelings I have are so bittersweet. I'm sure they will pass with time.
oh this was delicious... so good to have you back....
Yet another righteous bit of poesy.
Thank you Paisley I'm glad you enjoyed it. Good to be back, and catch up on a lot of great poetry written while I was away.
Thanks for visiting Celt. I went over to your site for a visit. I'm just scratching the surface over there. Lot's of great stuff.
This speaks volumes about the silence that overwhelms, when one is the one left behind.
Still, some items remain
From days past
One, that I've not
Burned to ash
I've well, literally done that before. ;) But the memories remain. Remembering the texture, for instance. Imagining the wool coat in this poem, for instance. ;) Cheers.
Thanks for visiting, and for your comment S.I. . The wool coat is probably the most comfortable piece of clothing I own. The texture is very nice.
Its so interesting isn't it, how much meaning material things can carry with them. This was a beautiful poem.
I'm glad you enjoyed it Epiphany. I'm not a material person, but for some reason, I'm quite attached to this coat.
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