The Moving Out Of Death

Moving out death
sweeping out cinders
relegate old relics
mystical, magical fixtures and figurines
collected keys with no locks
celtic crosses, rosary beads

cooked candles, aroma of dark cellars
slowly airing shoulders
the curious nature of an attic
a loop chain hanging apart a crooked hook

solid in the floor
mesmerize wonderment
where to begin
ten cans of turpentine
clorox, gloves and several buckets of white paint

mutate dark into light
after years circled depths
how long will the stay?
haunting shadow dragging his image to face

clear water drip
off a fingertip
so let us begin

refuse left over TV dinners
unused toilet paper
passing of the clothing
folded into corrugated boxes
numbered and place to side
next day Goodwill

when would one dare sleep?
at peace without waking
knowing the history of this space
once occupied . . .

emptying someone else life to live yours
and begin again alone
somewhere new
strangeness will inspire prophecies and tales

© 2011 Lepadah




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Splendid poem lepadah...I so especially found I connected with these lines...

emptying someone else life to live yours
and begin again alone
somewhere new
strangeness will inspire prophecies and tales"

Just wonderful....thanks for the pleasure of reading it.

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From: MICHAEL ANGEL
Sent: Jun 16, 2011 06:02:03 PM
To: lydia

Love your poem, more everytime I read it. Never had a serious poem witten about me. Everyone I show it to are very impressed. You are very talented & are blessed with the gift of putting emotions to words. I am jealous. I wish the best for you & your family, hoping the apt brings you the peace & happiness it brought me.Hello to your son, mother & nephew.

Best Regards,
MICHAEL