The dripping tap
Keeps steady pace
The chair back keeps
Perfumed lace in place
The monotony of
A ticking clock
Your exit swift
No time to stop.
Suprising how
Years wiped away
No pleading speech
Or asking you to stay
Time it deemed
The end had come
A day of light
The night begun.
Now in twilight
A quiet room
That contemplates
The watching moon
Its rays to touch
The wooden floor
Where your footsteps
Walked before.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Norman you have outdone yourself on this one setting the mood with a beautiful haunting setting, careful use of metaphor and a good rhyme have created a haunting mood. I particularly love the rhyme flow and symbolism of the following part:
"The dripping tap
Keeps steady pace
The chair back keeps
Perfumed lace in place"
The ending as well is a haunting line.
"A quiet room
That contemplates
The watching moon
Its rays to touch
The wooden floor
Where your footsteps
Walked before."
A fave my friend
most kind comments for which I thank you, always much appreciated
My pleasure
A moving elegy, Norman🙏🕊️
thanking you, always much appreciated friend
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Wow, Norman! This is such a tender and heartbreaking portrait of bereavement. Life continues its ordinary rhythm while the bereaved remain surrounded by reminders of someone who departed far too quickly. Quietly devastating, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, always appreciated my friend
Good write N. Ahh, 7 years at that bus stop? lol.
I must have broke a mirror lol
A scent of arsenic and old lace ...
you could say that my friend, thanks for read, much appreciated
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