skin of crushed velvet the color
of dried hydrangeas
her bony outline like a chair
covered by loose cloth
holds memories
as one might a yellow photograph
of a child
while the moon smudges her panes
waves slap hard and fast against the dory
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A contest entry
- inside the sounds inside by Nicolette.
5000 points, ended May 31, 29 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I don't understand. maybe I am too tired; but it seems she is a dessicated corpse floating alone in the ocean. I would like to know what it means to you.
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this is about my gram and her battle during her long drawn out painful death.
she pretty much was what you thought- however her lonliness was within her own dementia and pain- though i always try to find beauty when i think back- she was a fighter big time and did not want to go- her home was along the ocean front and she had a life by the sea with sons who became fishermen/lobstermen and she loved her flowers
maybe that gives a little more?
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i love this. every line is amazing...
i esp. love the dried hydrangeas and the mood here is so nostalgic...i hear the waves..
your poetry is so influenced by the ocean it seems at times...
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Oh Wow.
perfect for the place I am in right now. Absolutely you in my head.
Much love to you and glad Grunt is safe home.
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Maaaan, you always have me reading and re-reading your work, tryin to understand it more and each time there's something different.
Tooo good for silver Heidi
Ken
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dried hydrangeas..... the color of my aging mother's skin... and her bony outline like a chair...what powerful, powerful images. Well deserved trophy indeed.
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TY so much
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you had me with the image of the dried hydrangeas, Hei - what a beautiful image that is - simply loved it!! I also love the colours in this poem - well, i love everything about it, from start to finish. What wonderful brevity, what impact achieved through soft focus... This makes me wonder why you don't write more!! Stunning, moving poetry - thank you for posting it in my contest.
~ Nicolette
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Thank You for the lovely trophy. I am really glad that you enjoyed it so much. Life is all consuming and I think when Paul heads back to Afghanastan in November I will have more the bug of words then.
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I very much like this. Beautifully descriptive and I love-
'while the moon smudges her panes'
It puts me in mind of a lovely old book-cover, knowing there is such a story of the person, only revealed inside the as yet unseen pages.
Wonderful!
Sol
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Thank you so much for enjoying it. I loved where it took you.
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Ah, you're back, and how I've missed you Heidi.
Love, mj.
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Yep, what everyone else said, this is what has been missing.
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TY awww i love the photo of you with the kilten!
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the chair analogy is so good.
beautiful poem
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TY
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Glad you dropped by and left this poignant note. Reminds us of what we missed and wgat we can look forward to when you get back.
lovely poem!
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TY dear friend
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the color dried hydrangeas--- wow what an image to evoke.. perfect image..
a beautiful poem..
miss you heidi..
m
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TY Mary... the garden has been really nice to work in this spring/summer here... I love how much grows. Miss you too!
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blippppp
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TY
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This is so good. Your imagery is top notch I can smell her perfume she is so real.
Good to read your words.
Joe
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thanks joe... oooo so is that you from what?... 2 years back?
hee hee
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Have missed reading your words, and this is a pleasure to see today C
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TY I have missed it here but will be reall active again come November when Paul gets deployed again to Afghanastan this time ... just spending as much time with him as i can and my mind has been empty. It was nice to have this come to me.
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My thoughts and prayers are with both of you
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