Isn't new, but it's new to AD. Reason I never posted it is. . .I don't know. Like a piece torn from a child's heart, and that child just happened to be me. To be perfectly honest, when Dancing Still won the Dan Sullivan Memorial Contest for poetry (this was back awhile), I thought, It wasn't me, it was the angel I was writing about. I have since written other poems about Patty and her angel mother, but this one comes close to saying it all. Best I can do to explain. Always, and Then, Phyllis
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One moment you were on your sagging porch
cavorting to the sturm und drang of an August
strangler. Cymbals clanged and thunder clapped,
telling us it would be your final performance.
Telling you? Rain! you sang with all the voice
you had left. Rain!! God, but I love
a good storm. Lightning pale and lightning
thin, light as the wisps of mist-silvered hair
framing your leukemia ravaged face,
you electrified. Ravished coal sky ogled
you through a net of catch-as-can-patched
screen, only light an eke from your kitchen
and the pyrotechnic glow that was you.
IS, this rain whispers, then taps in Morse code.
No more florist daffodils and horrid pink
satin. Still laughing, still shining, still a star....
Reluctant to go in, I jump in a puddle,
let water stream until thunder applauds.
This is great Pea, and it brings back memories of how I tried to show my mother what love really is. Even though we never got along and she sent me to her private hell, I miss her so much and wish I could have one more day so we could actually talk. This brought back the memories of her lying in her hospital bed, ravaged by lung cancer, and slowly drifting away from us. I can see why this won such a memorable award. You have given us all something to think about. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
Your style then was tighter, Pea, more image heavy but still had the 'Pea Touch', that way thoughts and feelings are delivered as if by mail handed in at the front door.
This is strong and vibrant and very worthy.
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A wonderful work of art,and a touching tribute.
I was immediately drawn into this poem!
Continued success~
Barbara Henry
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
Sheila
Carole~
Ron
Peace,
Dayvid
Hugs,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
This is strong and vibrant and very worthy.
John
Blessings,
Christine
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Love Tinka