Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The Sitter Comments

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Nothing disturbed the tranquil air,
The tick, tick of the time-worn clock.
The sitter in the wooden chair
Not hearing the gentle, gentle knock.
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Barry Stebbings
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Yiyan Han 15 November 2017

Silent memory that we'll live with it...thanks for sharing.

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Jette Blackstone 01 November 2017

Wow. That was a wonderful poem. Great use of form. When reading this I envisioned an old married couple, the woman with dementia of some sort. She smiled a faint smile...a feeling of love? The silence made me sad. It's as if she's sitting there waiting for her memory, her love, to return. Loved this one.

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Barry Stebbings 02 November 2017

Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on my poems, Jette. Much appreciated. This piece was written in memory of a lady I knew whose memory faded until it was almost altogether lost.

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