Open Poetry #47 |
Brother of Mine |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She lay his pictures on small cuts of wood next to the small sink across from her brothers tiny room A small fireplace a few steps from her roasting in its fiery wood Her eyes seem to leave for a second as she began speaking of her brother the one was just a secret lost between the hedges of the wooden door. His eyes could rattle you with their brown, stirring stare Her blonde locks didn’t seem to wave as gracefully, anymore Her eyes wore stories of pain Bags underneath them But her love was fearless for his grave was merely a reminder His small cabin room hauntingly quiet her tears never left that cold winter day. [This message has been edited by Tomer (09-11-2011 07:41 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Yours just might be the last poem I read today, since my feelings are so acute and I am dangerous when I feel vulnerable... ? I appreciated your thoughts very much. I had such a brother, and his ashes are in a box in my livingroom. (An irony he'd appreciate.) thank you...smile. I kind of needed a safe place to be today, and I do believe you've led me there. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Serenity, I'm sorry about your brother. I'm happy you felt comfort in reading the piece. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Her blonde locks didn’t seem to wave as gracefully, anymore Her eyes wore stories of pain Bags underneath them" Sad. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
JL, There is grace in sadness. It is apart of human life. Thanks for reading Cheers |
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