273 Words and the Echoes of His Organ.

273 Words and the Echoes of His Organ.

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty

The windows shake, his eulogy screamed the stillness before you...

Cry...

And it's midnight trapped inside the afternoon as I watch the sky collect her memories, she's not sharing...

So I simply dust the years off my bruised knees and these

Walls.


Footsteps echo, each step the clock takes hums the keys of organs and I'm not missing you...

I'm missing the way my mother smiled.


There's a heartbeat hidden somewhere under these carpets, I've heard it scream for mercy...

I've dug beneath the soles of my feet to find you...

I've searched for your promises everywhere but in your palms, every where but in the sweat that covers my skin every time we breathe together...

I'm just a little bit confused with the lack of harmony, a little bit bored with mourning...

But there's something missing in my right side, there's only half

A smile

And a teardrop when I rewrite his eulogy, when my fingers remember how

He followed her to the middle of her soul and how

Whole

She became when the north crumbled beneath their running feet, and love turned ordinary into heaven...

How she smiled.


My life has cut herself in half and I stall, waiting for what I'm supposed to understand as she collects ashes and I dust the remnants of tears off of broken promises...

God gave me this for a reason, for a reason and I hold the tiny hand of my daughter as the tears fall from her mirrored eyes...

As she fumbles her thumb over my knuckles...

Too young to lose, too young, I pray for you...

In eulogies and the memory

Of her smile.

© 2014 Jeanmarie Flaherty


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Love it. "Suffering...that great dawn of consciousness". It rolls like a purposed stone through the walls of this frame. The title alone conveys a sacred number....coincidence? Who knows when the "Pirate" is back on helm. Think I'll put in hardwood floors today. Well tilled in every measure.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Jeanmarie Flaherty

8 Years Ago

I swear tablets...going to try this one more time. I've missed you Pelican and thank you so much for.. read more



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I followed the flow and felt I understood behind my eyes...

Posted 8 Years Ago


'I'm just a little bit confused with the lack of harmony, a little bit bored with mourning... ~ But there's something missing in my right side, there's only half ~ A smile ~ And a teardrop when I rewrite his eulogy.. '

An exquisite but painful wandering: a mourning of what and who's missed in words that walk across and through my mind. A sort of 'go gentle into the night .. '

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautiful write JF and you penned from the bottom of your heart, every single words of your's are witness of your love for your little girl oozing out from your soul......very elegant piece of work for unconditional love..superb

Posted 8 Years Ago


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A. Amos

8 Years Ago

I felt your feeling in your words and so does your love for your child and you're most welcome also .. read more
Jeanmarie Flaherty

8 Years Ago

That's a wonderful thing to say :))) an honor to meet you as well :)
A. Amos

8 Years Ago

Pleasure and honor is all mine
Love it. "Suffering...that great dawn of consciousness". It rolls like a purposed stone through the walls of this frame. The title alone conveys a sacred number....coincidence? Who knows when the "Pirate" is back on helm. Think I'll put in hardwood floors today. Well tilled in every measure.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
Jeanmarie Flaherty

8 Years Ago

I swear tablets...going to try this one more time. I've missed you Pelican and thank you so much for.. read more

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Jeanmarie Flaherty
Jeanmarie Flaherty

The Gulf, FL



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I am reality, I am art, I am every dream I've ever had and the corners of my childrens lips when they smile. I am tears and laughter, I am shoulders and knees, I am a writer, a photographer, a mother... more..

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