Open Poetry #47 |
Snow Globe Dreams |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Five a.m.- sitting to rest From restless sleep; Frown-above a half-empty cup Lifted, the stain ring morphs- Rises...a bubble In which mindsnow drifts. Thoughts ascend,float-expand Into the larger circle Of a kitchen-ceiling light. Memories shake the room, And so his pain remains aloft; Sub vocal flakes are dry And will not melt away- Nor disappear Into the drear of lasting night. A house of one, once two That woke together, half a century; Now To just a sense of her he speaks; "Can decorations feel forsaken If no urge to climb is made, To bring them attic down-will Those signs of celebration feed High-sad affect, or should they stay Their place,and hide From eyes, their festive ken? * A grownup baby phones at eight, Urging him untape the boxes; Offspring often long for long gone days Of childhood safe and same: Even though from early home They chose to leave, and suffer gone. Up the stairs--the portal jams But shoulders open sticky gates; Doors have never opened easy for this man Except the fluid passageway That let his love, and spirit slip Through doorways of a special heart. Gently, old-numb fingers Braille the bays of decorations- And the touch of happy past repairs The broken mirror sadness of the day-- An opened box of ornaments becomes A strife deflector--as the magic spirit In the jewels and chrystal bangles- Twinkle in the dim lit attic air. His mind walks paths of where things Shortly gone lead-back along On trails of holding hands with one With lovely eyes, whose light Had shown its last, this passing year. But sore within his heart seems balmed- Creaking stairs decline into the light That breaks through kitchen panes, And on the table joy is placed; The outside air is filled with snow, And each flake shown within the sphere Contains the bliss of happiness Found drifting free In tear moist snow globe dreams. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
What a wonderful and sad inventory of one man's life and memories. These lines stand out to me . . . "Except the fluid passageway That let his love, and spirit slip Through doorways of a special heart." I, every so often take inventory of my attic, except in my case it is a mental one, not a true attic. Like you say, there are some fond, happy remembrances, but they seem overshadowed by the unhappy ones. I really liked this, so I shall keep it for something to go-to later. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Doors have never opened easy for this man Except the fluid passageway That let his love, and spirit slip Through doorways of a special heart. So many hearts are hurting and the loneliness is even more intense when happy gatherings seem to be everywhere else while you're surrounded only by empty echoes. Your wonderful words surely touch everyone who's dealing with loss... and everyone who loves someone who's suffering. Every flake of bliss, every memory of joy, every breath of hope... all are appreciated. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Such a human touch in this poem and in these lines His mind walks paths of where things Shortly gone lead-back along On trails of holding hands with one With lovely eyes, whose light Had shown its last, this passing year ************************************ that mental inventory we take yearly around holiday time when we are sobered to both life and death Food for the soul here |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Up the stairs--the portal jams But shoulders open sticky gates; Doors have never opened easy for this man Except the fluid passageway That let his love, and spirit slip Through doorways of a special heart. " -------- "The outside air is filled with snow, And each flake shown within the sphere "Contains the bliss of happiness Found drifting free In tear moist snow globe dreams." This is such a wonderful write, yet so heart wrenching. Apropos for this time of the year - heart reflections. 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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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
you brought tears here with this very special and loving write. Lori |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ford, You did it, thank you; you wrote the poem I wanted to write, but you did it with much much more than I could have ever brought to the page. This is why I love to read you, and why, Sir, is it, that you won't publish your writes? This stands for time, and I hope you bring it back every year! |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
JP "I shall keep it for something to go-to later." Way cool, man...thank you ************************ Sutheren belle I do like those lines, sometimes the most profound lines in a poem are simple ones that come directly from the heart. Thank you ************************ Emma The sadness in those lines are because I needed to reveal the sadness in the old mans heart to do eaxactly what you said.. sober the reader "to both life and death" Thank you ************************** JL "Heart reflections", indeed Although I am not quite satisfied with the last stanza, I am glad you repeated it here..just a slight twist of words might make the flow better, but I am glad you copied it. Thank you **************************** Lori It is an emotional poem, there were tears in my eyes while writting it. Everyone of us might have to face this situation some day, and that made my soul search for the right words to display. Thank you ***************************** Sunny I have read poems that you have written, and they have moved me to the same thoughts as your first statement. But I am so glad that you like to read me...:-) I haven't thought of publishing because I am having too much fun writing. Sounds like a sorry excuse, I know.. Thank you for the ego boost......:-) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
quote:I would venture to say yes. But they also can serve as empty reminders of days past to some... where celebration has passed too. I loved the write. You struck home with this one. Michael |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
The outside air is filled with snow, ... and there I rush to inhale the moment and to heal from melancholy's attack! Very beautifully written, dear Ford. I experienced the emotions very strongly. One shouldn't be alone reminiscing about the past. "Snow Globe dreams" ... I love this! Margherita |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Very much enjoyed the read, my friend...the warm-sadness we all have at times. j |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Michael... I would also venture to say yes.. Thanks for reading. ************************** Margheritia I put myself in the place of this man when I wrote the poem..his emotions were also very strong. I am happy that that showed clearly in the poem. Thank you. **************************** jwesly "Warm sadness" nice word play...:-) Thank you |
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