Inquest
IMy father died.His soul became his passportback to a land where lindenswhispered leaf psalmsin the dark throat of Sweden.IIMy father diedand left us the leather-bound journalof his life restingunder...
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So much to love in this poem. The father's voice alive in his journal - - sometimes reading someone's journal takes us closer to the person than when they were alive. so much pain in a love lost. not...
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Hi tammyI always appreciate your thoughtful and keen insight.You seem to pick up on the core of my poems, their intent and message. Thank you so much for stopping by and reading this one. my bestWendy
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Hi RayThanks so much for reading and commenting on this piece. I deeply appreciate your kind words and insight.my best,Wendy
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the opening stanza is beautiful with the lindens and the psalm and the rest of the poem doesn't disappoint. i love reading poems and love letters of people i don't even know, but to read one found in...
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you have an exceptional waywith poetry or it has an exceptional waywith you wendythis is so lovely donevery beautiful it isand it reaches into meas just today I was writing about my fatherso much of...
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PJThank you so much for your thoughtful impressions. I really appreciate them. The poem was for real and was found in the paternal journal of my mother's friend, Evelyn. Evelyn's father was from...
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gwenvery powerful piece of writing. moving and articulate. I wonder if you need that first "My fahter died"but that is the slightest of slight things. me
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Hi EnuubrionThanks so much for reading and commenting on this piece. The repetition of "My father dies" serves as a refelctive echo, acknowledgement on the speaker's behalf of how his death created a...
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