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Oct 19
poem 4 comments
JuliaR

Tory

my sisters face was smeared
with tears that could no longer
fit in her eyes
and my brother was so silent
that I felt selfish to talk.

people came and went
as if the casket
was a candy store
and their sobs
sounded like carols
to my eight year old
ears.

as I looked down 
over my tiny snow
covered shoes
into the deep frozen earth
I realized for the first time
what death meant.

the winter air
never felt 
so cold.



 

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Posted: 10.19.17
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Oct 23, 2017

    I loved the lines, "my sisters face was smeared
    with tears that could no longer
    fit in her eyes." They created such amazing imagery that didn't need to be explained at all and I knew what was happening right away. This was amazing. Shannon :)

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. JuliaR
    Oct 23, 2017

    Thanks! -Julia

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  1. kfolley
    Oct 26, 2017

    Sadly, too often winter is a metaphor for death and your imagery and final lines show that. I am recommending this for publication.

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  1. JuliaR
    Oct 26, 2017

    Yes. My very first experience with death was in winter and it seems since then my association with death makes me think of winter. A lasting memory.
    Thank you for the positive feedback!
    -Julia

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