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Wood

hinges creaky

lock long rusty

paint a-peeling and vaguely musty

 

swinging days gone

these days shut fast

seems years since I last had a blast

 

footsteps on stairs,

sapling lingers

turns my knob with leafy fingers

 

I stay rigid

want her naughty

instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40

 

sap linament

for ancient joints

soothing salve an oaken so...

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The Cellars Of Your Heart

I stayed put, you moved on

With not a backward glance,

Its cold and dark down here

Hearing your merry dance

 

I'm in limbo now, forgotten

My spirit unable to restart

Trapped and left for dead

In the cellars of your heart

 

This place has other ghosts

Chains clanking like mine

Brooding sadly about how

You must be doing so fine

 

We're so near yet so far ...

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You're Welcome

 

You're Welcome

 

Lovely smiles at early morning, 
Poetic voice says: “Hello” 
Shiny eyes yearning look.
 Asking happily “How are you?” 

 

When did we met and where! 
Few years ago, may be more 
It was crowded party there 
When she shines out of the door 

 

We had a table, but no talk 
Merrily smile, she looks shy 
Asked timidly can we walk? 
I shook hands, then walk...

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Doorway

The following poem, Doorway was published in The Outreach for Breast Health Foundation's Anthology: Beyond Memories (2006).


DOORWAY
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Racing ahead of hope,
fear meets me at the door
to hear the news
that I already know,
and an icy hand
holds my heart,
silencing the rapid beats
still breaking against my chest.
There were moments in time
that I feared being here
at the door
and finally f...

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Pale Membrane

 

Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.

The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.

The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.

Not haunted though, not lost to anything.

A door left open for a breeze to walk in.

 

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