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The Never Ending Memory

A poem about my best friend's mom, which I wrote after she died of cancer.

Music erupts
The world stops
A smile across her face
A dress covered in lace
She’s dressed as a guest
A family friend of the bride
She’s filled with age,
Wisdom and pride

She spots me out
Although I am almost a ghost
I don’t belong
Silently I sing my song
She shoots out her arm
With a bit of charm
I grab a rose
While flashing a pose
Together we dance
Faking romance
The green stem sitting between my teeth
A smile pulling at my cheeks

The world begins to spin
Throwing us apart
Eager to break my heart
Time begins to fly
Tears turn into cries
Day becomes night
Her body changes
First so thin, than round
Yet a frown is never found

Unlike her
I fill with rage
I pray finally knowing what to say
Her body begins to fight
Asking for life
Her request is declined

Yet I never hear her cry
Just see a smile
Her acting polite
Her inner light still bright
Yet her soul soars
To the sky
Letting her body die
Allowing my heart to cry
All hope was a lie

In my mind
Her smile is easy to find
Her face glows
Her heart still beats
Time may come and go
But her name
I’ll always know



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By ranfuchs on April 07, 2010 at 08:50 am

its an interesting combination of show and tell.

Here you show. You paint a picture:

A smile across her face
A dress covered in lace
She’s dressed as a guest

here you tell and don't show:

She spots me out
Although I am almost a ghost
I don’t belong

why don't you show. It will bring it to life much more?

In general I liked it

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By Jack Bates on April 07, 2010 at 01:07 pm

Good poem. The sincerity truly comes through. There are some meter issues, but the genuine nature of the piece carries it through. A very enjoyable read.

...on the personal side I am sorry for your loss as she must have been a wonderful person who had a great impact on your life to inspire such beauty as you have created here.

http://server.riverdale.k12.or.us/~bblack/meter.html is a great place to get simple and effective tools to work on rhythm, meter and scansion. Run your poem through here several times and work it and you will prune it to perfection, something it sounds like your muse deserves. Good luck!

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By taking off the mask on April 07, 2010 at 08:47 pm

ranfuchs - thanks for the advise...I'll try to keep that in mind.

Jack Bates - thank you, she was an incredible person. Someone very special. G-D missed having her close to him in heaven, so he took her back, can't blame him. and as for the link...i checked it out but i have no idea what it is talking about. i find it very confusing...thanks though for trying to help me, i really appreciate it

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By taking off the mask on April 07, 2010 at 10:29 pm

Melody J Haislip - thank you that means so much

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By MUGISHO N.THEOPHILE on April 08, 2010 at 01:21 am

Very interesting poem with lots of insight. It reminds me a lot.

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By taking off the mask on April 08, 2010 at 08:18 am

MUGISHO N.THEOPHILE - it reminds you a lot about what? and thanks

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