whispering place

the chair

she rescued from the thrift shop

for five dollars

is waiting next to the sofa

to be recushioned

by her farm girl hands

and prettied with a blush of stain

we'll leave the deeper scars

for the wonder of a grandchild

soon to be rocked

Reviews

[J]

still this brings me to tears, this ..... maybe because i love the grandness of putting down roots with "another man's junk" turned into memories coming with the new. history offers comfort, warmth, contours that already fit. just sit back and ..... watch. i do hope you brought your piano, tho. you must play for me -- i'm particularly mourning not being able to play leonard cohen's Hallelujah.

[An Ordinary Woman]

wonderfully delightful and cozy. I love that it is "waiting" next to the sofa. The poem and the chair, both perfect. Well done, as always dearest Ed. xxx

[.]

-- the heart that can notice and cherish "her farm girl hands" with all his heart and soul... is the most beautiful heart in the universe... -- that it can also convey the poetry of togetherness so profound that it echoes... only means... that the most beautiful heart in the universe is also the most beautiful heart in the universe of verse... -- you are a poet in real life, Maestro Ed... and the way you show us how that matters more than words... is what makes your words so precious... and so i can only borrow words from pink floyd and say... "shine on you crazy diamond"... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a metaphorical beauty here. sometimes there is too much repairing needed for the heart...we can only recushion so much to ease the pain...but the scars often run just too deep, and we hope the repairs will hold up for awhile.

j.

[Renée]

Sweet visions Mr. Hart. I think your title is perfect, and this piece leaves a smile, even after reading .

[Chris]

sigh... warm and fuzzies. Sometimes we do the rocking and others we're the rocked...

A lot of aftertastes here Ed...