sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder
if she ever existed
—found poem

Sometimes I wonder
if she ever existed.
Only a smile now
a gesture
copper hair flashing
she fades even in dreams
phases out
of memory the way she did
arriving from Toronto
Pleiades glowing across the night sky
bringing joy and wisdom
—from us
to that soft receding world

That day she couldn’t make change
coins dropped from her fingers
like memories forgotten after sunset
when stars obsessed the sky
and she started smiling
at something whispered
from another place
perched near her shoulder

After Pleiades cleared the harbour bar
we returned to our darkening homes

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to sometimes I wonder

  1. drew says:

    i very much liked this one. been reading your latest ones and it seems every line is a spark on its own. very impressive… lately i’ve been wondering if ants ever sleep, which your title jolted into mind. i shivered between the last two strophes. thankz~ a lot

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