Brush

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She lets me brush her hair sometimes
Says her dad used to do it
He's been dead for ten years now

The brush slides through
Sand colored, silk thread
Like rain down a window

She can't remember the song
He used to sing
Before she was too old
To let her father baby her

Pale yellow
Light paints
Turning sand into gold

She closes her eyes

She isn't with me
She’s with daddy
Falling asleep to a lullaby
And a soft brush through her hair

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Beautiful imagery bringing to life precious memories.

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
this is absolutely lovely

This part is wonderful:

The brush slides through

Sand colored, silk thread

Like rain down a window

*no thermometer rating

annaswirlsannaswirlsalmost 20 years ago
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this was a lovely read

~anna who does not use the thermometer for ratings

bluerainsbluerainsalmost 20 years ago
stroking

the memories of tender sharing...beautiful pen....lol *blue*

TathagataTathagataalmost 20 years ago
I agree about

the title..though I usually give things a harmless title..I think it springs the intensity better.

Beautiful Images and a tender poem.

I like the rain on the window line myself...but it's phrased the way I write.

I think it could be more intense, richer, but i also like it the way it is.

The trick is knowing when you are done.

Thank you

jd4georgejd4georgealmost 20 years ago
Titles are a bitch!

This poem is worthy of something more than "Brush". As you contemplate twelveone's excellent suggestion, also revisit your title. A wise poet once told me that when in doubt, try using the next to the last line of the poem. Damned if it doesn't work most of the time!

"Falling Asleep to a Lullaby" has possibilities.

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 20 years ago
Nice

two quick comments, this is nice:

"Pale yellow

Light paints

Turning sand into gold"

this needs to be worked on, you have brush, sand colored, silk thread, and rain, it needs a little more unification.

"The brush slides through

Sand colored, silk thread

Like rain down a window"

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