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Still
by Rea K Fielden

Saturday, October 10, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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What do we dream about?

 

Still

 

By Rea Fielden

© Copyright 2001

 

I am so still.
Night before last,
I ate cake beside her grave
And rifled through vivid memories
In the mausoleum where he lay curled up.
Clear understanding nudged at me gently
While I reached for the comfort of knowledge.


I am so still.
Last night, I sat beside her grave
And she accompanied me to the mausoleum
Where he lay curled up among his memories.
The window opened wide to the cool night air
Where I played as a child and, now, I watched me.
Understanding came from her but naught from her lips.


I dreamed of cake and it was sweet.
I dreamed of memories and they were clear.
I dreamed of knowledge and it was poetry.
I dreamed of me and I was the child.
I dreamed of Death and it was gentle.
I am so still.

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Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle 10/29/2009
This is a magnificent poem.I hope you can post more poems in the near future as I have enjoyed every poem you have shared.take care
Reviewed by steve Chering 10/10/2009
very-very good. you have skill. I would love to see your skill on this site. if you can hack it with the best,,,join us here

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Reviewed by JMS Bell 10/10/2009
WHEN WE ARE 'STILL'...IT IS THEN THAT GOD WORKS HIS MIRACLE OF 'PEACE' THOUGHT IMPOSSIBLE. DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS



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