Time To Change Clothes (They Are Old)
for all those who went before
it was yesterday you left me
face reflecting austere beauty
longish hair bone-china color
you smiled softly, sighed, and crossed over
time to change clothes (they are old)
we visit and I am consoled
alive in me, forever true
simply an idea—my losing you
so delicately wrinkled then
thin as gossamer my friend
so young and beautiful now
radiant hair gently flowing down
your presence quietly felt
healing energies you impart
really reveal yourself to me,
your best memory—when I’m ready
time to change clothes (they are old)
we visit and I am consoled
alive in me, forever true
simply an idea—my losing you
simply an idea…
simply an idea…
simply an idea—my losing you
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Very nice Larry, thanks.
Deep effective repetition, beautiful.
Thankful for your kind words, dear friend
Larry, what a lovely sensitive poem. Your voice is soothing to listen to . . . grateful you are Lex Po Mo ing it this year!
Love the idea of changing clothes to show how the world changes when we lose someone. There is a beat to this poem, like a heartbeat strongly felt.
So haunting, I got the chills. Thank you for sharing. Your imagery, rhythm, and use of repetition is beautiful.