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Friday, January 18, 2013

Rustled - A Remembrance Poem







Rustled 

You told me
Child of three
under the
Chestnut tree
Tiny flowers floating
fragrant in our hair

You told me

As I lied against you
My hand holding your finger
On our backs watching  
As millions of leaves
Rustled in summer wind

You told me

That sometime when
You were gone
I could find you
In the wind
Always
and forever

You told me

Never 
to 
forget

Ever

You told me
You tell me 

Still in the 
whisper of the wind  

6 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful, Pearl! Thank you so much for sharing it; I love the repetition of "You told me," and how it builds the reader up for and into the story we're granted access to through the poem.

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  2. Thank you Khara and thank you again for a truly wonderful prompt :)

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  3. It looks like my comment might not have gone through; this is beautiful, especially in how the repetition of "You told me" both prepares the reader for and draws us into the story we're invited into. Thank you so much for sharing this!

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  4. Wow! This seriously sent shivers through me! Brilliant and touching. Love it!

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  5. I can hear those whispers of my loved one's... and will always remember! Thank you for such a lovely poem and for participating in the prompt!

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