Tag: memories
member name: Terry Collett
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March 06, 2007 03:05 AM EST --
The house where I was born
Has been torn
Down now. The bricks and mortar
That gave us shelter
Are reduced to rubble and waste.
What the haste
Was or what the need
I do not know. They feed . . .
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March 24, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
Kitty Shrimpcell sat stuffing chocolates into her mouth; stared out at the window with the sound of Leonard Cohen playing from the record player in the corner. She watched Mrs Gentry leave to go to . . .
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May 23, 2009 02:47 PM EDT --
You sit in your room Staring at a bare Wall trying hard to Recall your father's
Final words and your Mother's first, buried Beneath years of words, Images, sights, sounds,
Memories . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
Dawn was the worst time When light came through the shutters Leaking memories with a cutting edge To slit through sleep and dreams.
He'd lay and stare and gently rock As if she slept beside . . .
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November 02, 2007 07:08 AM EDT --
Sister Scholastica sipped the wine from the glass on the refectory table. Tongue tipped; felt the juice; remembered past and time; the taste rinsed down. Held the glass; peered at the distorted images; . . .
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December 22, 2006 02:22 PM EST --
Bring me back, my dead love’s kiss,
I miss the mix and match of our loving days,
The ways of something promised in a touching hand,
The sand of time racing through our joys and ills,
The popping . . .
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February 24, 2009 04:16 AM EST --
She thinks of him
On days like this,
Remembers the last embrace,
The final kiss,
Looks at the skyline,
The passing clouds,
At the birds,
And misses
His presence,
His voice,
His gentle . . .
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March 24, 2009 08:10 AM EDT --
It was that last summer
With the cry of seagulls
And the ships out at sea
And the horizon blue
Upon blue of the sea
And sky and Milton and
You walking hand in hand
On the deep sand and . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
Ah,
Auschwitz,
Said Josef,
Even today
After all these years,
I can still smell
And taste the
Falling
Ash.
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May 08, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
They have laid her here somewhere,
Against this wall
Between the trees and weeds.
Scarce seems possible
Her bones could lie
So still and lost so long.
Move the weeds; look for the name.
Weather’s . . .
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May 24, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
It was all fragmented As if some one Had taken a hammer
To a mirror and shattered His life and memories; And all the tiny pieces
That he thought well Sewn within, were throw Over the . . .
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August 11, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
The arms are empty now,
The space overflows
With memories
And choking fits
Of nightly haunts
And baby’s shadow on the wall.
Even emptiness can hurt
Where the loss is felt
Deep down
. . .
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November 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
You push your penny in the slot; close it against the crowd outside the door. Why there is always a queue in the ladies lavatory, you have often mused, as you do now, as you disrobe, sit, and stare . . .
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May 06, 2009 02:47 AM EDT --
It was still your face
In the mirror, yet
It seems changed, as if
What had happened had
Altered you in ways
Not seen until calm
Moments like this when
You sit in front of
The . . .
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April 26, 2007 03:08 PM EDT --
Beyond that church there
By the small statue of an angel
She lies still. Flowers are fading.
Moss has staked a claim
On the small stone
That holds her name.
Hours he sits and stares
Guessing . . .
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November 22, 2007 08:08 AM EST --
Remembering it
Like it was yesterday
With the stiff necked father
And broken mother
And the lusty girl
From across the river
Sniffing around him
Like some damned cat
And mother saying not . . .
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April 23, 2009 02:19 AM EDT --
Some days she doesn't think
Of baby's death, some days,
If other troubles or worries
Crowd her in. Sometimes,
If the mood is strong
And memories flood her mind,
She takes a . . .
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July 31, 2009 04:22 AM EDT --
The asylum has gone. It has been transformed by Developers into Luxury apartments For the well off and sane. The young estate agent Who shows you around one Posh apartment has no
Idea you were . . .
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April 25, 2007 01:56 PM EDT --
She dreamed of Venice
And the nice
Man she met
And later married. Yet
The dream was soured.
She was overpowered
By the memory
Of he
Who died.
And sighed
Into the waking day
Like one by a bay . . .
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March 26, 2007 06:30 AM EDT --
I remember
The beach.
The soft blue of sea.
You and me
And the tide
At our feet
And the look
In your eyes
Of a thousand good byes.
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