The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 4/27/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Seersucker Suit

To the curator of the museum, to the exhibition of fathers,
to the next room from this closet of trousers
and trousers, full sail the walnut hangers of shirts,
O the great ghost ships of his shoes.
Through the racks and the riggings,
belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets
and moths that fly up from the black woolen remnants,
his smell like a kiss blown through hallways of cedar,
the shape of him locked in his burial clothes,
his voice tucked deep in his name,
his keys and the bells to his heart,
I am passing his light blue seersucker suit
with one grass-stained knee,
and a white shirt, clean boxers, clean socks, a handkerchief.

Deborah Digges

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[blueraven95]

1. morning!

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[RetroLounge]

2. Morning!

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RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

3. Sounds just like my Grandfather's closet

when we went through it for the last time :(

I wonder what we did with that seersucker suit.

:donut: :hi:

[RetroLounge]

6. ...

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[Chorophyll]

4. Yup, this is the one.

:cry:

[RetroLounge]

7. Yup

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear Retro...

So sad and beautiful...

Thank you!

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[RetroLounge]

8. ...

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[lizziegrace]

9. Nice...

very nice. :hug:

[RetroLounge]

10. ...

:hug:

RL