I can’t see you any more, at least one eye.
You left and now you’re back;
your shadow no longer crosses my threshold.
I puffed up my cheeks and blew a breeze,
the trees wagged like gossips.
I fingered the last few words we shared;
felt how they traced your outline.
If I can’t see your fingers fly
I can still hear the snap of the sail,
feel the thrum of the deck as you cut
through the waves ahead of the wind.
In the quiet, before I melt into dreams --
I wonder at all the laughter we shared,
pull the blankets to my chin, begin to dissolve.
6:15 PM
5/09/08
Alexandria H.D., VA
Author notes
Welcome Home, Dalaney.
In a list
A contest entry
- Welcoming Dalaney Home by alexandrathegreat.
1500 points, ended June 10, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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Full of wonderful images - "the trees wagged like gossips" - excellent poetry. Congratulations on the bronze.
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Glad you enjoyed my simple pictures. Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Love, Tom B.
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memories of Laney. How intricate and endearing they are. Thank you so much for entering. Sorry it has taken me so long to judge. I've been super busy working.
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Thanks. Appreciate the act of faith.
Love, Tom B.
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Excellent and good luck in this contest!!!!
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Thanks for the support. Always appreciated.
Love, Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
such beauty flowing from your golden pen Master Poet
I may not can see all there is but I can hear, touch and feel...then dissolve into the dream of the oneness once shared...I do love reading a GOLD
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When we, poets, catch feelings and let them breathe their own truth the effect is glorious. Thanks for believing I have. Time will tell.
Love, Tom B.
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I am sure Dalaney appreciated this work Tom! THANKS for writing this my friend!!
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I may never know. Life and Lane are often like that.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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I thinks this is just beautiful... then again, I may not be the one to ask??? She doesn't seem to want to speak to me??? And I have no idea why...? I still think SHE is the cat's meow!!!
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All things come to pass in time if we think their worth our time when they become available. Too often we don't know until our twenty twenty hind sight is viewing thing with percision. Thanks for enjoy this layered cake of a poem.
Love, Tom B.
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I sing with you dear Tom, our Lane is home to roost
Love, C
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Sorry it tooks so long to reply, I try to pick carefully how I use what little time I have to spend on a computer. Glad you enjoyed this. Lane is her own Mistress and shall sail as she will.
Love, Tom B.
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Tom this is a beautiful personal tribute to Lane, I totally enjoy the words of friendship culled from your heart.....
novy
God Bless
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Sorry to take so long. It has been hard for me to spend much time on the computer as my eye has been going through its problems.
This poem was tricky to write. Like every relationship this one has mutated and changed for both of us and I wanted to capture some of that in this. Feelings rarely change but how we express them does.
Love,
Tom B.
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