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After The Funeral.
larrylark

This is the story of Mother not being dead.
 1
I won’t send you the details as her day of death
 2
was just pretend, and when this funeral
 3
comes to its natural end, I will return
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to her neat and tidy house, and sit with her
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among the flour and baking powder.
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There will be no more heartache,
 7
or nights of waking hours,
 8
shameful memories, back catalogue of grief.
 9
All pain will leave and nothing will remain save
 10
her and I,
 11
as we stare into the warm glow of fading coals
 12
that will reveal to us both, all that has
 13
been hidden beneath as we rest and are at peace.
 14

3 Jun 07

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not very interesting : sorry.
 — greenmantle

Hi Greenmantle

do you want me to pick you up as you appear to have fallen off the lofty perch you have subscribed to?

Larry the vulture lark
 — larrylark

enter resting.

this is good.
 — listen

Dear Listen,

I attended my own funeral last week and it really got me thinking until a worm tried to crawl in my ear.

Larry compostular Lark
 — larrylark

Line 11 - 'she and I' Reminds me of a piece by Thomas Hardy in the way the two are apart yet together. A wonderful atmosphere created - excellent motifs.
 — opal

if this is true. my condolences. i have recently lost someone close to me aswell.
line 1 is a good link.
line 10 and 11 i would write differently.
 — raskolniikov

Hi opal

I appreciate your comments. You know how I strive and fail to capture my mother in words.

Larry smoke on the water Laek
 — larrylark

fire in the sky larry. i like this idea. too many weeping funeral poems anyway.
 — humblebee

Hi Humblebee

It is a very sad day for us all but people die and life has to go on with the living carrying  love for the dead.

Larry Heaven is a place Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Rask,

we all have our own way of coping.

Larry large as death lark
 — larrylark

i wish that there was something else in here to make it more exciting. you did a spectacular job at expressing denial of the loss of a loved one... but i felt that more needed to happen in this poem.
 — x2jocelyn2x

This was delicately written Larry "Poet" Lark. Good writing. 9/10
 — Henry

Cheers Henry

a comment from you is always worth shedding tears of desperation or despair.

larry all over the place Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Jocelyn

you could be right but its written now and consigned to cyber space.

larry infinity lark
 — larrylark

second reading
 — greenmantle

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