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0 posted 2004-12-02 04:29 PM


(This is the next part of my 30-poem set "The Language of Wildflowers", divided into two parts with 15 each, "Adonis Vernalis" delving into my darkest memories, and "Xeranthemum" which shows developing out of adversity and finding my voice, hope, etc!

This is about one of my saddest memories where my sister Ellie ate a peanut and was allergic to peanuts and almost died in the hospital. I was alone for eight days at home, watching over it because my dad was out of town and it broke my heart even thinking of the possibility I would no longer have a little sister to play with or watch grow with me.

This experience got me so much closer to my sister and made me only understood how important it is to love siblings and always be there for them. My love for my sister is ever so deep and I am blessed she's in my life!

My sister survived though, ( ) and it was truly this particular experience that got me closer to God and believing He truly guides us all and loves us all very much. )


Ghost For A Blanket
(The Language of Wildflowers: Adonis Vernalis)
By: Noah Eaton
11/27/04

Repercussions of sirens flash off in my head,
flashing against the wall of my mind as I lay in my bed,
mother’s at the hospital,
father’s on a business trip in Cleveland,
I’m twelve and home alone,
alone with my thoughts...

Shivering under blankets on this cold October evening,
I’ve got all the breathing room I need,
but my fears and grief-stricken love,
they give me claustrophobia,
desperate for a phone call update on my sister’s spirometry...

No cathode ray,
can measure my broken heart for you,
just the thought of each abated breath,
slowly freezes my heart numb...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
seems it’s all I have that you can provide,
but your wind and fire enkindles me whole,
and every second,
I swear I can feel your heart,
and so I,
cry myself to sleep...
…wearing your ghost for a blanket...

Four hours pass and my hand is trembling answering the phone,
mother responds, sounding a bit cynical,
they say her condition is unstable,
her peak flow meter results are disstressing,
and progress looks all too tedious...

I stare out my bedroom window looking for a foreordination,
I wish I could tell her my commiserations,
I ask God to to see to it my song,
finds a way into her lungs,
beyond the bronchoconstriction...

Each dozen winks,
the vision of you becomes increasingly iridescent,
my hands grow dead and cold,
touching yours I feel the heat remit...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
seems it’s all I have that you can provide,
but your wind and fire enkindles me whole,
and every second,
I swear I can feel your heart,
and so I,
cry myself to sleep...
…wearing your ghost for a blanket...

A week’s passed by,
but each night as I close my eyes,
I could have sworn you passed me by,
in my dreams,
or am I wishing it all happened,
am I wishing it all happened?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
seems it’s all I have that you can provide,
but your wind and fire enkindles me whole,
and every second,
I swear I can feel your heart,
.
.
.
I feel your heart...
.
.
.
I feel your heart...

and so I,
cry myself to sleep...
…wearing your ghost for a blanket...

and so I,
cry myself to sleep...
…wearing your ghost for a blanket...




"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

© Copyright 2004 Nadia Lockheart - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2004-12-02 04:38 PM


This is an awesome poem. I can feel the sadness.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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2 posted 2004-12-02 05:23 PM


Very powerful and moving Noah...Its great how you transformed this terrifying experience into something so moving.....~P
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3 posted 2004-12-02 10:10 PM


Wow...very powerful.

~Alli~

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4 posted 2004-12-02 10:37 PM


Noah, you have the most love-filled heart of anyone I know. Be well my friend. Chris
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5 posted 2004-12-03 12:08 PM


oh Noah, what a precious write, and heart you have
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6 posted 2004-12-03 01:00 PM


Noah, how horrible that must have been for you. You portray your feelings so vividly that I felt as though I were living your experience while reading the poem. You certainly can emote! ~ and very poetically. Happy to know that this true story had a happy ending. The depth of your love for your sister is almost palpable. She is fortunate to have a big brother like you.

Loving hugs,
Linda

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7 posted 2004-12-04 02:30 AM


Noah, I felt that I was right there watching the scene of your turmoil. Your writings are so real, my friend. You have such a very big compassionate heart and are a very good friend. Thank you for being you, sweet Noah.
Hugs,

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8 posted 2004-12-04 07:42 AM


Vividly touching, I felt your every feeling. You have a wonderful gift and you share it very well. Your heart shines

Julie

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9 posted 2004-12-04 09:30 AM


very nice write
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10 posted 2004-12-04 11:02 PM


­What a beautiful, alpine wildflower the Pheasants eye is..
What a beautiful poem this is....

Explain, please, a little more about why you chose the Adonis to represent your feelings, Noah.

Not that it is a bad choice, in fact it is a wonderful choice, as the flower is rare throughout its range.

And it is a fitting choice, especially relating to this poem, because it cures ailments of the heart, which you certainly had when your sister got sick...

You also mentioned the Xeranthemum....did you know that this is also called "immortelle" or immortal flower, as it is easy to preserve (dry) and seems to last forever, just as , I am sure your love for your sister will?

Enjoyed reading this, good job, Noah....:-)

__________ice/ford
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11 posted 2004-12-04 11:32 PM


Touching...glad to hear your sister was alright...James
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12 posted 2004-12-04 11:38 PM


you are awesome


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13 posted 2004-12-10 02:33 PM


Noah your words always touch the heart......felt the sadness in every line.
you are an amazing poet dear one


Charisma

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