The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/30/10

[BlueIris]

"Memorial"

The gaping carcass of her dresser
gleams in the harsh garage light
as a last coat of varnish dries.
He leans inside to sand its dust
panels one last time, in his loss
the kind of man who would work
hidden plywood sheets just to keep
her drawer cases rigid. He has turned
the finial until its delicate swirls
suggest the finest lace and buried
her initials within both pivots
of the swing mirror. Side ornaments
restored, center drawer leveled
to soften the kneehole, knobs pegged
firm, there is nothing left to do
but refill the dresser with all
the things she has left behind.

--Floyd Skloot

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. now that is what I call a

loving tribute. thanks, Blue.

[MiddleFingerMom]

2. Beautiful...

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...and brought me close to tears for the fullness of what he once had
and the emptiness of what he now has not.
.
Very sad... but very beautiful.
.
Thank you.
.

[BlueIris]

4. Thanks, New Reader.

I wasn't sure anyone would like this one.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear BlueIris...

What a beautiful and melancholy memorial...

Whether through death, or by leaving, she will never be forgotten...

I thank you for this.