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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost)
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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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. I still can hear the pipes sing Amazing Grace I hear them in my dreams I hear the screams every day, months of cadenced march out of the open pit mine of souls, all day long and through the night in and out of mind until my heart ran out of song. Today bells ring, performers sing and everybody's priests ask gods for treats. Each name a moment held in all solemnity on edge to slip into eternity; the pomp and circumstance, the ceremony's tears and choking fears that this will mean an end to the beginning of the years we mark remembering the dead, the living dead whose names all run together labels on one giant blended bleeding soul. If one more plastic politician says, ‘Let's roll,' I think I will be sick. The dead can sleep, where is the peace of heart and soul that could bring quiet to the living? We mourned a year. We've buried buttons and a watch, a rock, handfuls of dirt and ash, a shoe or two, some bone fragments, photographs in empty caskets, memories in sleepless nights full of empty arms and empty beds tears in empty hearts. It's time to leave the past. For some it's time to stalk revenge cold and crafted with precision. So, the killings never end. There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal. There is no deal to make, no memorial to shake the horror of the memories, the smell the taste of human ashes mixed with fuel melted steel vaporized concrete grit that clogged our eyes, a blessing in disguise; the shame of hoping winds would change, the dream's there every day, turn back and turn away run, no where to go, who died when there is nothing left to hold but memories of clouds thick choking horror floating in the air so full that vision's lost, sounds of bodies hitting ground just beyond the reach of sight within the sounds, the claws of fright, no where to hide. No where to hide. ©2003, 2005, 2006, 2008 by icebox (written September 11, 2002) . |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
icebox, As our hearts should break at the needless loss of love... Thanks for re-posting. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
we will NOT forget |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A very moving write, icebox. It is hoped that peace can come through the writing of pain. I know it can and, in fact, it must. I wish that for you. Helen |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I remember this... and it affects me just as deeply as the first time I read it!!! |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
So brutally true, icebox. This is a special write. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal. " M |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Outstanding write, dear Charly. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
There are so many poignant well-spoken lines in this tribute that I found myself trying to find just one that spoke to me. Your eloquence made that impossible. Well done and well spoken. Thank you for remembering. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Icy~ you move me.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Outstanding poem as always, My Ice. You always get inside my head with your unique way of telling the truth. Ida |
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