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Finding You |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA 
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Entering at dusk, through back doors ajar, calling for you hoping for your reply. Groceries, newly bought sit upon the table amidst dishes, and papers empy Bud bottles and butts. Kitchen smeared with grease more dishes scattered about I call your name again louder this time. I study the room saddened knowing this is how the old and lonely live. I notice a carton of milk opened, warm, but still fresh, sickening pit in my gut tells me that all is not right calling you again my eyes peering through dimming light. Past the photos on the mantle grandkids, children, long gone I turn and see you sleeping in your favorite easy chair I call once more though I know, that you cannot answer nor greet me as before. Slowly I go to the phone 911 "no, no ambulence is necessary" Now just a wait in the other room perhaps... tell the coroner my tale of finding you. |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
This is the first poem of yours I've read...what an amazing poem. Really draws the reader in like in a suspense thriller...just to see what happens...and such a moving scene you set - sad but very realistic... ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
Thank you, unfortunately it is realistic because it is a depiction of my night last night.... Non sum qualis eram JP |
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