I found this one in an old notebook… I think I wrote this when a close friend committed suicide:
Funeral
A colorless room
Such emptiness in my heart
The tears from my eyes
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The mournful touch of the stale air
The misery I now feel
The loss most of all
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While I gain the perfect memory
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By: Thursday Poets Rally Week 19 (May 20-26, 2010) | Jingle on May 21, 2010
at 1:46 pm
So what is “the Perfect Memory”?
-bryan
By: bryan on May 21, 2010
at 4:54 pm
Whenever I find myself at a funeral, the period of reflection always are always of my memories of the deceased, rather than the fact that they have passed…
By the time I have left the wake, despite the “whys” and “what ifs”, I feel a touch of serenity, A sense of completeness. And the stream of memories join as one “perfect memory”, this memory, a memory that is pure and only of good times, is all that comes to mind when I remember my friend…
By: splattman on May 21, 2010
at 5:06 pm
I see what you see,
beautiful poem!
By: Jingle on May 22, 2010
at 2:46 am
the memory of the last goodbye…i have that for my grandfather…
By: brian on May 22, 2010
at 10:14 pm
This is so true… beautiful
By: laurenmichelleotheim on May 23, 2010
at 7:48 pm
i like the imagery, the stale air, great use of words here.
By: Batty on May 25, 2010
at 2:05 pm
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/brian-and-tara-miller-u-rock-14th-anniversary-celebration-post/
please visit Brian to wish his 14th marriage annivesary.
Thanks a lot!
By: Jingle on May 26, 2010
at 12:01 am