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Post by backstreetdreamer on May 16, 2011 11:52:28 GMT -5
A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird, Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall, A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says That sometimes time talks much too loud, like ego’s clashing in a crowd, Her percolator’s gurgling rhyme told her that it was breakfast time So she sat in her window seat, and drank her coffee black and sweet While musing on the day ahead, so much was still left to be said Yet life sometimes has many lanes, and some are losses, some are gains.
She stepped outside and locked her door, then slowly walked down to the shore Deciding that she’d start her day by wandering down Sabre bay, Where sunlit sea touched glowing flame, and whispers never meant the same As those that fluttered through the trees, for these were whispers of the seas And as she walked she seemed to hear, from distant waves though crystal clear Those messages from long ago, brought back upon the ocean’s flow From somewhere that they both had been, a distant day, a distant scene Where time and tide were much the same, a picture in a wooden frame.
And then she sensed them back again, two lovers in the teeming rain Both shouting at the boiling sea, so footloose and so fancy free Like gulls in winds they danced aloft, where even storms felt cushion soft And from the cliffs they watched their day meander off down Sabre bay Both clasped together with their dreams, at least that’s how the memory seems Yet soon he had to go again, for some things she could not explain So many suns, so many moons, so many tear filled afternoons Despite the fact that she still Prays, her radio still plays yesterdays…
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Post by johan on May 16, 2011 13:42:38 GMT -5
I don't know what else to say about your poetry Keith, it's all been said, great stuff mate.
Johan
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Post by Betty on May 16, 2011 14:02:21 GMT -5
another gem of a write, thanks for posting!
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Post by purplespirit on May 16, 2011 15:28:03 GMT -5
Really Keith, I get addicted to your marvellous poetry. Ulla xx
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Post by Eddie on May 18, 2011 21:52:02 GMT -5
fantastic Keith!
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Post by heart2heart on May 19, 2011 13:57:20 GMT -5
I think you must be writing of me when I become an OAP one day Keith Not an unpleasant life, don't you agree ? Sooner or later we all become alone, but let's hope we don't need to become lonely. Another gem of a poem which strikes home. You are a wonderful writer you know ! Katriona
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Post by Bob on May 20, 2011 6:27:23 GMT -5
wonderfully penned, enjoy your award!
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Post by b4sunset on May 20, 2011 15:06:08 GMT -5
Lyrical as the notes from a lilting hummingbird, Keith... congrats on the POTW!
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 2, 2011 12:11:10 GMT -5
Missed this the first time my friend and I love your poems. Glad I found it though it is bittersweet. Actually brought tears to my eyes which tells how well written this is. You have a gift Sir! Namaste, Mike
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