After my mother died
but before her things
were scattered about,
some of these belongings
may have stopped whispering
what they were saying about her
But some continued to speak
of a light summer breeze off the coast,
sunlight shining just so
through a dusty shop window,
beckoning her
Last Few Words: Archaeology of a person's life is always an emotional endeavor.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
A Town in Greece
Hello, Michael,
Your poem was lovely before your revisions, but the title change adds so much. It is like watching a visit between you and your mother in this very special place that she must have dearly loved. Another precious piece.
L
Appreciate your thoughts on
Appreciate your thoughts on this piece, and thank you L. I think the title change worked better for me as well.
Best
Yes...
the archeology of a person's life can be so emotional. I have little things of my mother's that still speak to me about who she was. Excellent! ~ Geezer.
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