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Saturday, July 12, 2014

Haunting

The mellow notes of wind chimes at my door 
mingle with the sound
of young Haylee across the way
practising her recorder
in thin, insistent piping
like my little brother’s long ago.
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5 comments:

  1. Celestial DreamzJuly 13, 2014 at 12:56 AM

    I loved the poem and your site ...

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 13, 2014 at 9:25 AM

      Thank you! I could say the same of your site and poems.

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  2. BarbJuly 13, 2014 at 7:09 AM

    A makeshift concert bringing with it a memory. I think maybe the memory made you smile.

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  3. CynthiaJuly 14, 2014 at 2:05 PM

    Amazing how sound in the present moment can stir memories, almost the way the sense of smell can too. Lovely evocation, your poem..

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 14, 2014 at 2:46 PM

      Oh, thank you.This one does seem to evoke similar recollections for people.

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