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The Log Sledge

 

He had said: ‘Don’t give it a thought,’

So I did not;

But later, in the shade of a waking moment

Of a quiet spot, I did.

 

It was not the thought, but the memory;

I had opened that door

And seen them. It couldn’t be erased

Or picked up off the floor, not now.

 

She had come after me, rearranged her hair.

Then his turn to explain,

Or try to, but I was in no mood

To feel their pain, nor mine.

 

Last week they said goodbyes, departed

On the log sledge.

The blizzard came, not with anger but with tears,

The ice too cold to dredge, this time.

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 26th Aug 2021 17:15

Thank you for your kind appreciation of the poem, Jennifer. And thanks to Tom for liking.

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jennifer Malden

Tue 24th Aug 2021 23:04

Vividly presents an unforgettable, unfortunately, memory. Liked the last two lines in particular.

Jennifer

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 24th Aug 2021 16:53

Thanks to Keith and M.C. for your positive reviews of this. I am so pleased that you found emotion and atmosphere here. That's exactly what I was trying to create.

Many thanks to Julie, Michael, Stephen A., Holden, Brenda and Pete for the likes.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 24th Aug 2021 14:55

A vignette of an incident that we are invited to speculate upon. The atmosphere is tangible. Nice one!

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keith jeffries

Mon 23rd Aug 2021 20:15

Their is a depth here which it is almost impossible to explore but only to speculate on. A deeply emotional poem, written in a heartfelt moment.

Thank you for this

Keith

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