Fringes.

Fringes.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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A look at what the mind focuses on in a funeral home, well at least for me, those damn fringes will haunt me forever.

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Silly, unusual little things those golden fringes,


No purpose albeit granting life to a mere breeze,


These are a dirty gold old in the way things are,


Still they add colour to a room where memories freeze.


 


Why dark brown of all colours for the last style,


Such an ugly way to dress up or down or at all,


Knotted wood is never used to caress ones shoulders,


Bangles and ornaments don’t hide fashions fall.


 


To make matters more washed there is the lace,


Yes lace to cover up from toe to neck all clothing,


Off white and layered the dogma of every sheep,


How surrounded we were to this painful loathing.


 


Now there he is in his coffin all lace and dirty brown,


Covered in his last vessel before heading to the hole,


Ah yes the fringes now I see the add delicate pattern,


A comfort of sorts to guard one’s eyes or his soul?

© 2018 Thomas Fitzgerald


Author's Note

Thomas Fitzgerald
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Your words. Real life and you take the reader with you. Last vessel we must go to. We hope they find better place. A powerful poem dear Thomas. I was glad to find your words on the reading board. Always a pleasure to reads your work.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome dear Thomas.



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dear Thomas... consider the Lillies of the field,
how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin...
yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one... Matthew 6:28
It seems so appropriate to be with your verses...
truly, Pat

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

3 Weeks Ago

It truly is, thank you Patricia.
maybe a little of both...and if there is a closed coffin, the deceased doesn't even get the benefit of the frills blowing in the breeze...perhaps it is a reminder to know of and notice these during our lives.
the piece is such a good allegory...
meanings flow.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

3 Months Ago

thank you Jacob.
This is such a powerful write here, so nicely done

Posted 6 Months Ago


WOW! This is so good, Love rhyme scheme and flow as well.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Now there he is in his coffin all lace and dirty brown,
Covered in his last vessel before heading to the hole,"

This was a fantastic read and I felt like I could really relate to this.
You captivated the readers and had them hooked from beginning to end.
You have a unique writing style and it was a very enjoyable read!

Your friend,

C. Lee Battaglia

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Thank you C. Lee
C. Lee Battaglia

1 Year Ago

You are very welcome! :)
A fascinating write & a compelling read if I may be so bold............Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Be as bold as you like my friend, thank you.
Neville

1 Year Ago

My pleasure Thomas...........N
It's weird what our minds focus on at times like that. When my mother died, my aunt picked out her shirt. I hated it. It made no sense to me, but, whatever. Perhaps we want a perfect ending and nothing would make us happy. Perhaps though, we were right. ha



Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Indeed, its odd and baffling, thank you.
Well done, a great readers travel, made me ponder on cremations whether we would have the choice of looking at the dead barbecued or just plain ashes.im not into the death scenes I’d rather celebrate their lives before they go and pay tributes rather than the usual morbid gathering atmosphere. Yes! Nice writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Thank you Andrew.
tough in anyone's basket ...straight forward honesty makes this more powerful and emotive ..i feel a deep sadness and that loathing of your protagonist and i wish he had not had to be there at all :( its a trick to make gold and brown such obscene colors .. well done!
E.


Posted 1 Year Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Thank you Einstein.
Perhaps we, the living, expect death to change what was? So, we look rather than see.. play-act our own feelings because that's the ritual. The living can only recognise Life.. haven't felt the breathless. Perhaps. This - your, writing has set me thinking.. and i will..

Personally, i'd have rainbows.. odd socks and the blues in all colours!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

1 Year Ago

Thank you emmajoy

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Tags: Dad, Father, Parent, Child, Son, Death, Loss, Tears, Pain, Fringes, Funeral, Home, Graveyard, Coffin

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Thomas Fitzgerald

Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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