I sat at a table
with pieces and no clue
placed scattered ends together
until there were no more parts,
a surround, a vacant space
in the quiet of the room
when i could think of nothing else
the table showed through
to the depth of oak grain and swirl.
Like notes of a distant string
thoughts crept from corners
i could no longer see
a simple sound
echoed in my thoughts
and my skin remembered
a touch, my laughter at a view;
and how a friendship gave so much
in silence and gesture, sight
and memory.
All there in the missing square
the puzzle now and ever undone
unless I close my eyes...to
complete a scene, and a smile.
In a list
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Comments
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This poem makes me think of dear ones that are no longer with us. The spot they use to fill in a room forever empty but always reserved to memories
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Mari-
Yes, I could have put a dedication here to my dogs, to your rabbits...to all of us who have had these wonderful friendships with animal friends, pets... I always felt like i was the pet...
...thanks for all ..h
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