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Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Feb 19, 2025 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

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Reflecting on your absence
caused me to consider a list
of a few the things I cannot do:

Sort the colors of the wind.
Count the water in my hand.
Or, ask for the sommelier at Denny's.
We always laughed about that.

Knowing all of this to be true,
I would add another item to my list:
Remembering the sound of your voice.
I can see it now, but cannot hear it.
And I always listened. I listened to all of it.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Geezer

Geezer

5 months ago

Seeing...

Yes, the counting of water, and envisioning the color of the wind is truly a great thing to contemplate. I look at photos from long ago and know that the scene had sound; the peal of laughter and maybe even voices, but try as I might, more often than not, it is a silent film of sorts. Great images! ~ Geez.
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Lavender

Lavender

4 months 4 weeks ago

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Hello, Michael,
This made me smile, and also cry. Your words are so precious.
Thank you,
L

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

4 months 4 weeks ago

Dearest Michael,

I recently lost a dear friend and your poem encapsulates my thoughts and feelings. my favorite lines are:

Knowing all of this to be true,
I would add another item to my list:
Remembering the sound of your voice.
I can see it now, but cannot hear it.
And I always listened. I listened to all of it.

a poignant and deep sharing of yourself...

much love, Cat

Ruby Lord

Ruby Lord

4 months 3 weeks ago

Hi Michael, I don't know how

Hi Michael, I don't know how I missed this one when you posted it? Your poem gives the reader an opportunity to see your world. I like that. These lines are fabulous; Sort the colors of the wind. Count the water in my hand.
But these two lines, "Remembering the sound of your voice. I can see it now, but cannot hear it." is heart-breaking yet effective. Great job, Ruby xx.