I imagined
communicating with the dead
was shrouded
in mystery
But it’s not
It’s a note
in his handwriting
tucked into a favorite book
it’s the smell of
his closet
it’s the work gloves
still stiff with
the shape of his hands
Communication with the dead
is small, common
everyday
and
pretty much
one way
This is a 55 word version of a longer piece I’ve been noodling with for FF 55 hosted by Hedgewitch, with a tip of the hat to Galen. Click on the link to go to her blog, Verse Escape, and join the fun!
Such a potent truth in this, Mary. Especially the last line. We may send our words or tears after them in vain but these things you’ve enumerated say more than any words.
Thanks for the pleasure of reading this eloquent 55.
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Thank you, Joy, for restarting the 55. Much love. xx
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This is 100% on point. So well expressed in so few words and every one of them felt and acknowledged.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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Ahhhhhh, just so perfect. One-way, but nonetheless impactful. Really beautiful, Mary.
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Thank you, Marian.
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Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing.
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Thank you, Victoria. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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This is so evocative, bought tears to my eyes.
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Thank you so much, Martine. I’m so glad this resonated with you.
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