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My Mind
by Edward WH Pease '06
I walked into the lonely,
dark room,
I hadnt been back there in ages.
A smell of musk filled the room,
a smell of mold, old paper, and dust.
Paper crinkled beneath my feet.
Searching the wall I found the light
switch.
Flipping it, light exploded with a pop.
The floor was littered with slips of
paper
and balls of failed inspiration,
having cascaded from a
small can not nearly big enough.
I picked one up and read:
So I write, my only art,
To prove my love to you.
What crap, I thought, and
tossed it to the
floor. The writing had seemed so
familiar.
The paper shared the little room with a
desk
and bookcases that strained under their
load.
Books lay scattered on the floor, opened
as if
left precisely where the reader had
paused.
On the ancient desk lay a pad of
yellowing
paper, words concealed by a think layer
of
grey, the pens long dried out.
Someday I should clean this,
I muttered
turning out the light, I closed the door.
Edward WH Pease 06
On the Death of his
Grandfather
V. W. Pease July 29, 1935-August 15,
2003
We gathered together
some sitting
some standing
collectively alone
grasping clouds
each our own world
holding each other,
numb to their touch
some silent
some sobbing
staring at the man
who was
husband, father, brother, boss
Awkward words flow from a preachers
mouth
not consoling but confusing
our grief, anger, pain, relief.
The room is oppressive.
I swear that hes still breathing
nothing more than a trick of the eye,
a dream of the mind, a hope in my heart.
His face is like mine
though it shows the wear of age
and the ravages of cancers three
year reign.
His hair is thinning here and there
His skin slightly yellowed.
We become mindless machines
signing forms, making plans
not a moment of time to mourn.
We busy our brains allowing
not a moment of rest.
So were here together, apart,
waiting for something we dont know,
recounting moments, memories of the man.
Edward WH Pease 06
These poems are reprinted
from the Castle's Fall 2003
edition.
Edward WH Pease '06 is a religion
major at Wartburg College.
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