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The Power

Light,

just a glimmer,

glowing.

Scarlet,

Persimmon,

and Canary

surrounding

hot white.

Shadows

playing against

the cavern walls

as darkness

brightens.

©Debi Smith, 2001

I wrote this after visiting a co-worker/friend’s home years ago.  It was my first time in his home that he shared with his partner.  Both of them are artists (one a therapist and the other a teacher) and their own art was everywhere.  The painting that inspired this poem kept drawing me in.

 
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Posted by on July 24, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Ageless Figure

A figure in the shadows

standing still before me.

It disappears as I

reach in attempt to grasp it.

Unclenching my fist,

the figure reappears.

 

Unable to possess the figure,

I run my hands over it,

learning the curves and angles,

committing details to memory.

Beautifully crafted, but left cracked

from neglectful caretakers.

 

No one claims responsibility

so it shies away from possibilities.

Scarred for eternity,

the figure keeps out of light,

hiding and waiting

for loneliness.

©Debi Smith, 1993

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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A Poem To Share

Memories Of You

I woke to find him

moping at my desk.

“What’s wrong?” I ask

unprepared for his response.

He found my well-crafted memories of you.

My thoughts of you.

My love for you.

My mourning of you.

Jealous of the emotional depth

your imprint left on my heart.

He feared I would walk away

if I ever found you again. 

He would not comprehend

that I locked you away on purpose

with those memories

and you posed no threat.

He placed the memories of you between us

and worked to prove himself only to show

he was ruled by his fears

and he could never hold a candle to you.

He rued the day

he unearthed the memories

reminding me of my worth

and that I deserved better.

Some people have pictures.

Some people keep letters.

Some people save trinkets.

Some people dry flowers.

But all I have

is the result of my craft.

All I have

are these memories of you.

© Debi Smith, 2010

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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