Every Other Weekend

By Ed Crane
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Closing the car door,
smiling back
at your milk-teeth grin.
A final longing look from eyes
unable to shed more tears:
and you are gone.
Arriving home:
a soundless house
to wash the dish half-full
of melted ice cream.
and pack away
My Little Ponies to prance
pink and purple prances
on another day.
Return to routine;
standard days;
standard times.
Empty fortnights
and the wait for a day
upon a year when you
are free to choose.
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Hi Ed.
Hi Ed.
You have captured perfectly the emotions on both sides, the emptiness experienced between precious time spent on alternate weekends and the longing for things to equal out in the future. Many will empathize with the sentiments you have expressed so well. Very moving piece with a lovely flow to the words.
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'Soundless house' both a
'Soundless house' both a pleasing and a haunting description. Every image has that brown-grey tinge of tainted happiness.
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Ed-
Ed-
This is one of those extremely rare poems which exude simplicity and yet convey so much. So many images and meanings. I love this.
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This one really tugged at my
This one really tugged at my heart strings, Ed. Beautiful writing.
Tina
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With the others on this one,
With the others on this one, well deserved cherry.
Regards
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Really moving poem, I really
Really moving poem, I really liked the My little ponies & melted icecream - they painted a vivid picture. Well done!
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Painful yet beautifully
Painful yet beautifully expressed in an understated style.
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Just came back to this again
Just came back to this again for no apparent reason and realized just how much I liked it so I thought I'd tell you again! :)
Sorry if that sounded a tad insane.
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