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The Mirror in the Closet
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The Mirror in the Closet |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Mirror in the Closet This day is full of shadows, they slant across his lap darkening the crease and fold, lingering on his ankle, turning its golden, brown. His surface slants, then bends and slithers into the corner where he has hidden his dense feeling, waiting as it always does for evening, evening, when all things are equal and darkness opens the closet. Then, he pulls out a box of memory, a box without the grace to collect dust. It is then that he weeps into the questions that form and reform his days now, and he takes them up one by one and examines their black and white stillness looking for an answer, one that will ease him away from the past and take him, blissfully into his last years. What he doesn’t see is the mirror behind him, where the answer waits. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Martie....the sights, the sounds, of those who have lived lives without those who love them....and while we await their disclosure....we lose so much... heartstrings my friend....hearts string.... |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Just beautifully done. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Martie, this says so very much! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
wonderful poetry... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
evening, when all things are equal and darkness opens the closet. Then, he pulls out a box of memory, a box without the grace to collect dust. It is then that he weeps into the questions that form and reform his days now, and he takes them up one by one and examines their black and white stillness looking for an answer, one that will ease him away from the past and take him, blissfully into his last years. What he doesn’t see is the mirror behind him, where the answer waits. ============== so much definition of the setting and the character written in so few perfect chosen words... this reminded me of a Norman Rockwell painting. excellent Martie |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Martie, this is Superb!  enjoyed it very much Maree |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful job Martie...you write with such depth yet so easy to read! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
"evening, when all things are equal and darkness opens the closet. Then, he pulls out a box of memory, a box without the grace to collect dust" oh boy - oh boy oh boy oh boy you see into hearts and minds so = so deeply - you amaze me |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--To live in the past, is to miss a great deal. Serephin--Thank you for the beaufiul. Rebecca--thank you for stopping to read and reply. Mike--wonderful reply! Janet--What a wonderful compliment. Maree--Thanks for such a nice reply. ethome--I'm glad that you understood...sometimes what makes sense to me leaves others baffled. Bill--Your reply is wonderful, thank you! |
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Chelsea~ Member
since 2001-02-09
Posts 260Ontario, CANADA |
martie, so much wisdom in this, you told this tale so well |
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