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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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the sprinkling stardust beyond the horizon from behind the sun an unfamiliar photo a wandering young woman wounded flowers left dangling undone it seems my autumn had finally come curtain lace on spotted window autumn blinds of darker times leaves stirrin' cats purrin' cedar sports a flannel gown were these dreams what I'd hoped, prayed longed I thought I had 'em once though I suppose they had a place but they never came to visit or invite me mostly things left faded entirely out finally day comes curtains fall and all hope lies dead or dyin' when finally you've come to comfortably numb uncontrollably from a sleeping expanse a ghost arises a lifetime past spreading wings wanting the real wanting to feel wanting to know who what how why this came to be it's a breezy fall out growin' I see a squall comin' through sometimes I guess it's just plain ignorant to write when winds are blowin' but I'll just have to see how it goes I guess you know the kids called wanted to know who I was did you tell 'em how they've changed I never would have known of times how certainly they fly yeah So I've missed it of course many tears from eyes have fallen but then again I've grown cold that way you know I think but I'm sure the wells run dry not much left to live give a neighbor's fire smells of wood burning the road ever turnin' the incense of lives in despair crying another Christmas times approachin' a little more quickly this year than intended you see I got a couple pairs of holey socks three old T shirts and my last pair of skivvies all frozen to the line hopin' for a thaw while laundry's backin' up but I'm not complainin' and yeah I know I'm carryin' on 'cause the makeup isn't fittin' for my complexion yet is what I intended for ears but thinkin' maybe yours should hear I was afraid of a reflection that of course inspired a tear of some not so kind but rude objection and lookin' through tired eyes concerns were gone I guess some things last longer than you think the days the chaos mind stripped to shreds sorry some dreams you can never kill others still buried ya pray are dead I don't want either to have an appearance of ill as I have fallen from touch you know reclusive and such buried on a slope between maybe lost and lust but honestly I still hope you know it hasn't been easy diggin' me up but then of course you needed it that way and your father who never said an unpleasant thing 'bout who I was gave you everything bless his soul he couldn't stop singing about me for a second how sweet never thought I'd thank the old buzzard though a little late I'm sure it was for them an unpleasant task tryin' to find me behind you I see it's been a trial and a real chore for them you know keeping everyone painted with a smile and I'm sure they know sometimes your other wishes you'd just disappear you'd give it up maybe die but it doesn't matter now ideas theirs but if it honestly bothers you too much I'm sorry I care but choices theirs southern wings left behind you know their on the stoop wantin' to find I'm not sure but what I thought tears or not is it too much to ask that I wanted so just to let you know that I felt I ought to write you but as you see autumn's tears are just invitin' nought or maybe I'm losin' touch or somethin' but honestly you know I always hated in sighting anything especially an argument ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ironically she chose to find me on Independence day. Speaking of ghosts, wouldn't you know here comes mine again... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow, Dale, this was some tale! Quite a number of exceptional lines and I enjoyed the introspection too. I think I might want to read this again, I loved the flow. Sometimes it feels good to be found again. Just had some similar experiences. Love, Margherita |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale I'm sure it was for them an unpleasant task tryin' to find me behind you The honesty in your poetry has always impressed me. Where have you put all those words you hoarded? I've missed them. Hug! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ 'it hasn't been easy diggin' me up but then of course you needed it that way and your father who never said an unpleasant thing 'bout who I was gave you everything bless his soul he couldn't stop singing about me for a second' And, I am certain you make a lovely song to sing~  It is just so warmly refreshing to read you again~ *Huglets* to you, Rosemary and the kiddos~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
i have never seen your poetry, nice and fresh ARCTIC WIND |
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