Open Poetry #24 |
More Time |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I beg the gods more time more complete of thought in rhyme please delay the death of me, p r o l o n g the very breath in me that life may continue though the spirit has grown weak. The story isn't finished I just learned that undiminished is his love for the child he appeared to shun from birth, it's too soon to leave this earth not now when peace of mind in a corner I did find. Shaken from his reserve to speak words that were deserved just shy of too late some emotion, he relates. Can the image etched in stone ever be revived can it be brought back to life by a mere whisper of love... dear father, I pray it's not too late in the day. WhiteRose 1/13/03 |
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enchantingvamp Member
since 2002-12-21
Posts 214Indiana, & NO there is NOT more than corn in Indiana, oughta go back to texas! |
this piece reminded me of my dad, he wasnt a talker i guess, great at the stocks, lacking in his words of love and feelings, i'm gratefull that i had a chance to speak with him before he died, but i wonder often times if perhaps he knew something was wrong before it happened, one day out of the blue he calls me into his den for a talk long over due....and i was able to hear all the words i'd dreamed of hearing from him......and 18 hours later the plane was down and my dad was gone.....hugs. Nature has a funny way of breaking that which will not bend....Jewell |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Thank you for your response. This poem is indeed about my father. I've yet to have that sit down chat where he says all the things I'd always hoped he would. He did write a poem though in response to one I wrote called "The Box Of Dreams". It's the only time I ever heard, even if it was only in a poem, some of the things I'd always hoped he'd say. Again, thank you for reading and responding. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
it's never too late. This is a sad and touching write. hugs Ms Rose Maree |
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