Friday, May 23, 2014

Memorial Day Poem

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The Private’s Wife

When sleep came at last
your form rested beside me
but when I dared
to reach out to touch you
an unoccupied pillow
met my hand

huddled under covers
I opened my eyes to a silent room
while there you sleep
across the sea
beneath a field
of red poppies

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by Lori Lipsky

7 comments:

  1. Simply beautiful, Lori. You sculpt away until the words that remain are lovely in form and effective in causing hearts to resonate with them.

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  2. Particularly beautiful and poignant.

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  3. Trying to catch my breath, not bothering to try and catch the tears.

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