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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2007-09-20 10:38 PM

In the morning,
tired morning in the rain
when my body claims
I have to wake again
or it will serve up knives of pain
to remind me,
to remind me of the flaws
in judgments of my past,
I find a welcome solace in fog and mists
the dark the others here call gloom,
to me a soft and warm abyss
where I can sit in dim blue pale,
a room cast in barren cyber screens,
letting tired eyes sail over empty walls
I may always fill with shifting scenes
dragged from vaults of memories
cluttering the basement warrens of my soul.

My tea is laced,
with cardamom and chamomile to soothe
the inner anger that resents the need to wake
while I wait
for anodynes,
life blood of the poppy,
to dull the ache of moving
in a body wanting nothing
so much as painless peaceful journey's end;
spiced tea a gift of Indonesian memory,
a lesson named in thought
crystalized in vacuum's time,
a long departed Bali Princess from my past;

some years ago,
I wondered how my life might come down to this,
the morning struggle
daily crawl
the pettiness of life and all the senseless burdens
threads and souvenirs littering the trails;

only laughter kept me going then
back when still I could tell a joke or two
before I accepted being through
with nothing left to do but sort and separate
worthless baubles mixed with half forgotten gems
that I may yet live in time to give to you.

©2007 by icebox
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Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2007-09-21 01:07 AM

Intriging poem, you write so well. I always look for "icebox" when I log on.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

2 posted 2007-09-21 03:11 PM

icebox - You have a strong and creative mind (soul) and I know it doesn't want to create acceptance of being through. I know!

quatro
Member

since 2003-04-29

Posts 392
Galveston, Texas

3 posted 2007-09-21 04:40 PM

"some years ago,
I wondered how my life might come down to this,
the morning struggle
daily crawl
the pettiness of life and all the senseless burdens
threads and souvenirs littering the trails;

only laughter kept me going then
back when still I could tell a joke or two
before I accepted being through
with nothing left to do but sort and separate
worthless baubles mixed with half forgotten gems
that I may yet live in time to give to you."

You are so sincere in your writings. You capture the essence of love and emotions with every word. You have always been a pleasureable read and I thank you for your gift and for sharing.

quatro

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

4 posted 2007-09-21 04:46 PM

Nice writing...James

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

5 posted 2007-09-21 05:51 PM

"only laughter kept me going then
back when still I could tell a joke or two"

I happen to know that you still can and do

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