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Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2001-06-02 05:14 AM

The chair was there where it had sat so long,
Facing outward looking to the garden.
It was there she’d rest and sing a soft song,
Her hands dirty from the earth they’d been in
Planting flowers and pulling stray grasses,
Then lingers in the chair as day passes.
As soon as the days sunshine warmed the soil,
She’d gather up her spade, shovel, and rake;
Spending the morning in her garden toil,
Coaxing the blossoms only God can make.

This Spring the chair that was there wasn’t filled;
The chair was there where it had sat so long,
But no one came by and nothing was tilled,
Yet the flowers came up where they’d belong.

Gloom

ArticulatedSigh
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since 2001-05-30

Posts 26

1 posted 2001-06-02 05:25 AM

Not so gloomy, if i amy be so bold. Life apparently continues on.

Another snapshot of life.

Nicely done.

For the moment swallows all things blinding our eyes to Heaven.

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

2 posted 2001-06-02 06:20 AM

Thank you, ArticulatedSigh,
Glad you liked it,
Perhaps the element of gloom is hidden,
Or you don’t (like I) worry about the coming death.
Yes everything else will continue on,
The world keeps spinning.

Gloom

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2001-06-02 07:30 AM

Yes, even in the sadness of the passing, life goes on...

I would feed life....

snowpants
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since 2000-09-16

Posts 2061
KS

4 posted 2001-06-02 10:46 AM

Great write, PG...love the message of which you've so wonderfully written...

sp

everytime I close my eyes,
I see your face,
I taste you on my lips...
every night I fantasize
that I can feel you on my fingertips...

Interloper

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since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

5 posted 2001-06-02 11:25 AM

Yep, they come up where you plant them.
Just like ideas and integrity

Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth

Victoria

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since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

6 posted 2001-06-02 11:46 AM

This is simply beautiful...one of my favorites Professor...

~Victoria~

Every child is an artist. The challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up.

Pablo Picasso

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

7 posted 2001-06-02 03:04 PM

This Spring the chair that was there wasn’t filled;
The chair was there where it had sat so long,
But no one came by and nothing was tilled,
Yet the flowers came up where they’d belong.

Gloom, life will always continue. beautiful thoughts. enjoyed the read

"difference between love and comfortis that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always therea crutch for enmity's saddest glare"

Sunnyone
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since 2000-07-06

Posts 5334
Staffordshire, England

8 posted 2001-06-07 05:27 PM

Your words touched my gardner's heart today, as I read, then went outside to weed my garden. Life does go on....we nurture other living things, and when we leave, a bit of us is still left behind in the new blossoms.
What a great poem.....thank you for this one!

The road goes on forever, and the stories never end...

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

9 posted 2001-06-07 06:03 PM

Some times it hurts to see how things continue, after someone you've grown used to is gone...yet, at the same time, it makes me smile. Thank you, I very much enjoyed your poem.

Watersign6
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since 2001-05-25

Posts 823
Hurricane,WV

10 posted 2001-06-07 08:44 PM

i enjoyed this one very much,good writing

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

11 posted 2001-06-07 10:34 PM

Thank you, Sunshine,
I’m pleased you enjoyed.

Thank you, snowpants,
I’m glad you relate and responded.

Thank you, Interloper,
You are very kind.

Thank you, Victoria,
Every now and again I touch a bit of beauty.
It’s nice it can touch you also.

Thank you, brian madden
I’m pleased you enjoyed.
I continue in hopes of see more of the wonders.

Thank you, Sunnyone,
I wish I was a gardener,
But I just bury seeds in the ground.

Thank you, Martie
I’m glad you liked,
It’s the hopes on the other side
That makes the hurts bearable.

Thank you, Watersign6,
Your words are kind.

To you all.
I was surprised that this returned toward the top,
I’d thought it had slipped away.

Gloom

Alison

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since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

12 posted 2009-05-16 02:34 AM

Wonderful - it reminds me of the abandoned roof garden on an apartment next door to my sister's. The birds were still going there, but no one tended the trees or plants. My sister said an old man used to for sometime, but he hadn't for a season. The vegitation lived on, but it missed previous caretaker who tended them with love and pride.

Alison

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