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Sending Peter

Updated on November 12, 2012
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I tried the quiet night

In vain, I sought to sight

Leaning on the while

I sat to stand

Saw a man

sat side his bed

and in a former scene

was never so serene

until then.

When he began

Some spirit

took a part of him

and he rocked like a babe

to a song being played

on a set on a table

by the bed.

Some song by Grateful Dead …

And I stood by the door

watching, and said,

“When you see your Mother you will know it's the end.”

And we laughed while we

walked to the end of the hall

and on the way

we walked slow

and knew we’d never

see each other there again.

I’ve tried a quiet strength

and in the stillness have

sensed what graces

an arrogant attempt

that I can. or would remain...

There really is no silence

in the senses senseless violence

always knew the truth

as that echo never fades

breezing by me as I parade

that there is no thing ever wrong.

My life,

in so many

a song, a verse

and many ways to say it

played it, and tried to think it

all along...

There is no trying to.

Anything new

it only is or isn't -

Decisions that did

or didn’t do …


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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Interesting. Thank you. Now that this person has this insight, what will the do?

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      Cher, I perceive an unfolding, a kind of humble awareness of your inner wisdom in this one, along with a special serenity. If so, I predict you'll never be quite the same again! In any case, very effective poetry!

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      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      Your poetry seems a door through which you are escaping a yesterday, which would not let you leave. Like walking from a shadow into the light and looking back. The examination of today reveals much about yesterday and more about what comes tomorrow.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you for reading Mhatter99 ... I really appreciate that you took the time out. I wrote this about my step-father who passed away many years ago, and the last time I saw him.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you for reading Nellieanna I appreciate your comments and interest in my work ... I wrote this piece about my step-father who died young and the last time I saw him ... and my perceptions at the time, which sometimes seem like 'all time' ... but, I'm growing. Thank you so much.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you for your interest and comments arb ... I really appreciate it. I am only recently putting my work out there that I've been writing about for many years in solitude. This piece was about my step-father who passed away too young and the last time I saw him. He was a good soul. My perceptions about things (obviously) are changing as I grow and mature. Always learning, eh?

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful words and you are talented;I am so glad to have the chance to read and enjoy. Have a great day.

      Eddy.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Eddy for that wonderful compliment. I appreciate that you took time out to read my work.

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