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A Song Played Once
Contributed by
Invierno
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Friday, 20th November 2015 @ 08:52:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I let slip from me almost unwillingly a
minuscule chink-
know I and think I need strength to be weak
so I let fail my mail, life armour
unveiled,
a softening imposed I suppose
by a hidden unbidden need-
my broken heart crying trying to grieve;
So I gave myself leave
in the shower.
The piece I released in swirling abandon
whirled down the drain with my
power-
in rained the pain through the opening gained,
an ocean''s emotion of waves unrestrained
crashed inside me.
So massive, impassive my stoic recourse,
I abandon by choice
to imperatives forced on a
sorrow I've never allowed,
but in this moment now
I bend knee and bow
granting license of life to my strife-
All I missed with you Father,
I wish
for the moments
not had and never to be-
lost, lost, these ghosts won't set me free
through the tears.
Years gone forever, needle lifted from record,
a lifetime song never played,
now grooved and aged to late is the day,
two lives undone with our song left unsung from
cradle to grave.
One days' not enough, (Father), not a breath, not a touch
on what should have been but when
is life fair-
no answer from air, not here nor there,
no reply to be had
how very sad, not a whisper for us
anywhere.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2015-11-20 20:52:34]
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Re: A Song Played Once
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 20th November 2015 @ 11:19:09 PM AEST
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Sad and I am sorry for your loss. Sometimes they say life sucks and then you die.
Be thankful for the good times...not just the day you met him but everyone and everything.
Best regards.
Tim |
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Re: A Song Played Once
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by Randyjohnson on
Saturday, 21st November 2015 @ 02:38:41 PM AEST
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| A touching poem. I've lost both of my parents. It's never easy when family members die. This is a great poem. Keep up the good work. |
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Re: A Song Played Once
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by speedy on
Saturday, 21st November 2015 @ 09:01:24 PM AEST
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Sorry for your loss.
Great write.
Hannah B |
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Re: A Song Played Once
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 22nd November 2015 @ 03:32:18 AM AEST
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powerful wanting to know your dad.
My dad was a marine in WWII, after he had nine children, the tenth was me. He left when I was eight.
He left my mom a nurse who did everything for me.
I was there when he died, and I cried for some reason more than when my mom died a few years later on.
I still don't know exactly why.
He was like me in a way I thought, I always thought.
But I wouldn't have left my family like he did I think.
But I wasn't him, I have no right to say that.
That was a tough tough life he had.
Life to life
the beast of burden
god only knows they are human
the things that hold us back
they feel like they just might track us down
But they won't no matter how much we might
wish they could
instead they sit on your back until you suss them out
you know you just can't' last
I thought my dad say when we were alone
He was already brain dead and then he smiled
and I felt his fingers in my hand twitch.
Peace! |
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