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Her shadowed look

I now recall her smile

her voice and words

that when gathered gently

-like the corners

of a folded towel-

were placed between 

her letters in my drawer

and like the now hidden

memory of her face

her parted lips in silence

said more than

spoken breath,

her shadowed looks

and gaze now hid

this mark.

 

 

words and foto Tommy Carroll

re-edited

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Martin Elder

Mon 7th Mar 2016 16:33

This is a really great poem Tommy. I love the description of 'gathered gently like the corners of a folded towel'. Wonderful

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