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Well, Haunting

Well, Living and Facts and Movies

“Family is haunting,” said the living man to
his dead wife whose body is buried in
the family plot. “You were so Irish-angry kin,
loudly protesting throughout life. Think, in lieu,
of The Burning Bed, in reverse. All too many emotions,
too familiar to remember. The movie scripts
never written and paintings never hung. Quips,
“Did you even care, my love?” Generations,
like; In the Best Interest of the Children, of the same name.
Cheering us on from the heavens! She does improvise!
He never knew, they may meet again in paradise.
He pledged to stick out life, to prevent the same.
Although you’re gone, they survived family, still.
Perfect couple so everyone thought,
A tumultuous love indeed, but it was his lot.
Her knowing now, we know; he never will.”

More Well, Now Dead and Facts and Movies

“She haunts us more!” the living man said; ”So,
none the wiser.” Silence. “Are the movies never written-paintings
never started, day after day, ideas dropped memories start, “writings,
to fail the pen, temporary blocks,” Never touching the page, lo
the warnings heeded; she did guarantee they would be reliving
generations, not hers, neither her children’s, but her children’s,
children, untouched, accomplished. He “saved her,” she contends.
And it goes on and on she saved the children’s children. Unforgiving,
he will still love her although burned; his heart easily mends.
When they meet again, it will be because he let God nigh.
Since, he does not believe, in anything, yet. I doubt it? Why?
Maybe they will finally live in peace thereafter. God transcends.
Generations later, many have died and aged, some have grown.
Frequently, sewn hearts, those hard knocks a stepping stone.

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  1. October 19, 2012 at 10:01 am

    We only have one life in this life, I suppose it’s best to love it and those we love without condition while we can. Thoughts of the movie the burning bed …even in reverse…yikes…

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  2. October 19, 2012 at 10:43 am

    smiles…god finds a way even into the staunchest heart…often…i like the scene in the opening of him talking to his dead wife…i have seen them out at the cemetary….hard knocks as well are def a stepping stone quite often…

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  3. October 19, 2012 at 4:47 pm

    Haunting, yes! They do say things are generational. That’s a big why. Arguing alive, peace now, he loves her as he is visiting. Ha!

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  4. October 19, 2012 at 9:17 pm

    Sharon, a bit eerie, using mostly the ideas of Dead Man Poetry but also incorporating a bit of what I sense as a love/hate relationship that touches on some of life’s deeper questions. I enjoyed this.

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