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Our Friend's challenge - for Serenity
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Our Friend's challenge - for Serenity |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Serenity was always so great when it came to getting people to branch out, explore their brain, come up with something knew. She had challenged me, this poured forth. Because a lot of us are thinking of Karen today, I would like to repost this in her honor. Love you, gal! The Puppeteer – [in the attic of reason…Serenity’s challenge] The old man scratched his grizzled beard, awake in the sharp light of day As sunbeams hit his eyes, they seared his memories, dark and gray. His dream from just the night before still resided in his soul’s deep well As if his past knocked at heart’s door, ringing recollection’s bell. He ambled toward his kitchen sink for water, some hot tea to brew But thoughts held his mind, “To think… what I had done to you…” He sat at his table, lonely and still, but his mind ventured, rather erratic, He looked up at the ceiling’s height and thought beyond it to his attic. He shook his gray and troubled head, while dressing, he thought, “tis time, To once again go where I dread,” his actions were that of a mime. He moved then, somewhat jerky at best, steadied the ladder to receive his weight Slowly he ascended into the attic, a test, to see if memories might now abate. He stood there in the dust of dim, pervasive ghosts seemed thick in disgust Motes danced in silent light, as if grim, his actions slowed by dire distrust. Once a year, for his daughter’s sake, he came to this place, his heart to find, For in the attic of reason the puppets ache, as he sought to find truth in time. From a cavernous trunk he brought out a puppet, then a marionette so sweet. Other faces stared, each in silent shout, as one by one, he placed them on a seat. Soon, surrounded by his puppets’ adore, he began manipulating face and limbs Some sat still, some danced the floor on strings, swung and twirled, by silent whim. He soon fell back into his old story, for his tale was as ancient as time Each puppet began acting in glory, swinging to and fro in cadenced rhyme. He played each puppet as before, while invisible children gathered around For time seemed to trip past future’s door, and he was again the gayest of clowns. For he had left his wife and daughter behind to seek his fortune, as a raconteur For philosophy, his keen eye’s mind, could weave much from life, he was so sure. Oh, the stories he could tell, as if he must, to widen young minds, straighten wronged hearts, He would leave behind words so just, as his puppets played a life’s large part. For who would listen to thoughts of one man, when a cast of many he could hide behind As each puppet from his strings might stand, preaching wisdom that came from one mind. His puppets each had a voice so clear, their Master’s thoughts filled each one With philosophies that he held dear, of wrongs to right, oh, he was never done. But time took toll, his steps returned home, though no wife, nor daughter to find For Death, it too, had decided to roam, taking those he loved, but leaving him behind. Now once a year, he comes to lament, in the attic of reason the puppets ache, For his wife and child, the long days spent, and his puppets weep still, at man’s heartbreak. ~*~ 11/30/02 |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Wonderful poem, Sunshine... and yes.. a wonderful way to remember her!!! |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
This is simply superb! I had not read it previously. I couldn't write something like this if I had a million years to try. Sadly, there are many fine poets (and grand human beings) who now no longer walk these fine blue sands of "P.I.P.-land" by the cyber-sea. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
((hugs)) She had a way of bringing out the best in us all. Michael |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
exceptional writing ... and a grand-fine choice of a person worth honoring ! |
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KAM39 Junior Member Posts 26 |
Really enjoyed this piece and look foward to reading more of your poems. I'm obviously new here and don't know the person you dedicated this piece to but I they must have been very pleasent. Nice meeting you. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
His dream from just the night before still resided in his soul’s deep well As if his past knocked at heart’s door, ringing recollection’s bell. It happens just like this! Exquisite work, dear Karilea, to honor our beloved Karen/Serenity whom we miss painfully. Thank you. Love, Margherita  |
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