the scarf

I found it exactly
when I had forgotten my
sadness for having lost it;
my Dad's tan and white
wide-striped scarf;
a 70's or 80's fashion relic,
no, it's not my customary style,
it's not Pashmina or art-inspired silk
or wool from Gaelic shores,
nor Scottish clans;
and the scent of him has
long been washed from the
fibers,
but it's warm enough
the winters are cold in Ohio,
and sometimes I need
to be close to Dad.

~A

— Kailashana, Nov 17, 2009

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Dalton

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Kailashana

Dear Kailashana I can relate to this poem, my dad now lives in Italy with his wife; he paid an unexpected visit to me last week, and left some of his cigarettes behind, now I haven't smoked in over a year and don't intend to relapse, I found myself smoking his last two just to remember myself of him. I'm only really lonely the few days after a loved one has left after spending the day together. Your poems are well crafted I especially like those akin to "Dawn" or the "Snake" which have a mystical quality. That is what I am striving for, searching for in my own work.

bjp

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Anna,

What did you call this poem? A succulent dripping? An excellent Yorkshire Pudding of poetic cookery? If it was more humble, it was accidentaly misstatement. This is a lovely poem. Brian

Seren

16 years 6 months ago

Dearest Mum

you breath in air we dream ... in the ether ... sometimes one of us rise above all this and breath for a second with you ... I cannot wait ;) love and biggest hugs Jayne x x x

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Thank you all for reading.

Thank you all for reading. It's interesting the feelings *Dad/Father* evokes in humans, isn't it? My dad suffered from bipolar quite probably his whole life, and life was never easy. I suppose I came by Advaita honestly. ;-) ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha