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White Mission Rocker

Updated on August 02, 2013
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I sat and rocked~

On that white mission rocker. ~

I sat on it knowing the natural wood~

Seeping through~

In skinny strands~

Of grey browns.

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I sat there many a~

 Worrying night~

 Drinking wine~

 As bottles lined the porch wall wronged.

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I rocked and listened to~

 The bubbling of~

 The gold fish pond~

 I many times toiled upon.

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I was quiet~

on that rocker~

Watching the mouse~

That fed near the waters nooks~

As the moonlight flowed across~

The heavens~

Sometimes as big as~

The whole mountain top.

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I rocked when~

 Nerves anxiously stirred~

 As my tired bones~

 Could work no more.

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I stared at the cracks~

 Of the unprotected floor~

 As I contemplated~

What life should be for?

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I waited seemingly endless nights~

 On that white mission rocker~

Available~

 But comatose~

As activities pursued~

 With-in the home.

 

I worked through hard times~

Eventually healed as possible~

 With circumstances insurmountable~

 And bleak~

Surely seeming I could not win~

Knowing now~

I was fighting a loosing battle~

 In the end.

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I know that white mission rocker so well~

How it waited for me~

How it comforted my lonely times~

How it sat kaddy-corner~

 On the end of the porch.

 

I sat, prayed, and rocked on~

 That white mission rocker~

 Starring at flowers which~

 Bent and reached high~

 As the Koi leaped and~

 Goldfish swam~

 Me-jolting with delight~

 When the frogs leaped!

 

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I sat and dreamed on~

 That white rocker whom~

 Creaked and inched its ornery moves~

 Making me eventually~

 Slide it back in place.

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I sat and rocked on~

 That white mission rocker~

I know it well~

In memory now the house long gone~

 

I’ll always still have~

The natural wood seeped through~

 In skinny strands of grey browns~

Where I sat and rocked on~

 That white mission rocker~

As it cradled my past life~

Long gone now.

 

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By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

 

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      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      Lisa, this is beautiful! Thank you!

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      Lisa J Warner 6 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You for visiting Micky Dee.....

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      Richard Parr 6 years ago from Oz

      Your poem has a lyrical quality that rang as I read. That was a very clever -as well as profound- joining of words.

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      Lisa J Warner 6 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      parrster Thank you so much for your kind words...I thought this was one of my better ones...Blessings

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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Indeed, we tend to hold on the past and take some pleasures of rewinding time especially of the beautiful memories that we simply can't erase.

      Quite a melancholic piece but beautiful.

      Love from the sky~

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      Lisa J Warner 3 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      CrisSp Thank You....I look on it with mostly peace... Just a form of life we have to grow through and gain knowledge

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      Dianna Mendez 3 years ago

      What a lovely poem. I remember my dad had a rocking chair on the front porch and he prayed through many trials while using it.

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      Lisa J Warner 3 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      teaches12345 Rocking chairs can be very soothing...It can be a natural thing to rock since we are in the womb to old age.... They can be certainly a blessing...Thank you very much... Happy Sunday to you :)

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