heavy cedar
stifles their expression,
presses on them with
stale, perfumed air
the cavernous jail
confines them, feeds
their restlessness, echoes
their panicked jostling
some quiet nights I hear them
over the sighing of the house
and smother my guilt
under heavy blankets
in order to live without memory
the chest must remain shut
and those lively notes forever muted
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This reminds me of my Grandmother. I have her collection of spoons on the wall, and it still hurts to think that she is gone. I'd rather have her around than her spoons here with me.
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I like this poem; very simple, yet sincere and genuine. It actually reminds me of one of my best friends; she passed away last October, and though it's been nearly a year, I still think of her.
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