I purr her name
deliciously,
but dare not turn the page
to read the words,
preferring to believe
the past is present in the future.
I heard her playing
yesterday
beneath the window,
but the room, of course,
was empty;
not even the piano.
*
She walked among the flowers
depicted on the wall. She wished
the curtains closed so she
wouldn’t see the lawn
or his face appearing,
briefly, at the glass.
Spooky… Nice!
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Hey!
Hope this finds you well, K.
Many thanks for visiting.
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A stunning poem Nick, and this line evoked a multitude of thoughts..
“the past is present in the future.”
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Thank you, Ivor. Hope this finds you well.
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Beautiful. ✨
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🙂 Thanks Michele Lee xo
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My pleasure! xo
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I LOVE this poem, so haunting and resonant! I feel an urge to read it aloud for the feel of the words in my mouth.
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Liz, thank you! xo
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You’re welcome, Nick! Reading the poem was a highlight of my day.
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Really?! Bless ya, Liz xo
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Yes, really!
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A palimpsest poem!
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Ha, yes, I suppose it is – I seem unable to escape my subjects (and why should I?). You are spot on, of course, Ingrid. Coincidentally, or not, I joined a creative journaling class last week – which is right up my strasse, naturally, and hopefully will kickstart me! Thank you xo
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Great news! I hope you share some of your writings with us 😊
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From the Greek words “palin” (again) and “psestos” (rubbed smooth), if anyone’s interested.
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Oh, wonderful! Thank you, Bill.
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I just can’t help myself, Nick! Whenever I learn a new word, I have to go and look up its etymology. It’s become a compulsion.
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Sublime.
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Aw, cool.
x
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