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A poem For Lydia
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A poem For Lydia |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
Somewhere here, no please listen see, the birds, the frog, the blossomed tree to breathe , to feel to be a part of this, the wind, the hills, the splashing sun, the remembering, the forgetting, the things about, almost but no, the truth lies there, just below the broken ground, no words to speak the silent dead scalded tears they melt her heart quivery, shivery, tremulous soul puddled muddled graveyard flowers the sky, the stars, nothings changed, but nothing will ever be the same since they buried your sister with her baby in her arms. so hard the sun so hard the air so hard to talk to God forrest 2000 lydia was fourteen when her nine month pregnant sister was tortured and then murdered. The look in her eyes is like that of a holocast survivor. It hurts my eyes to see her despair. to look at her. [This message has been edited by Forrest Cain (edited 06-15-2000).] |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~My goodness,....I am truly sorry for this horrible, horrible tragedy. Your poem speaks volumes that burn the ear. Such a difficult one to swallow. Well done. Please take care. *Peace. |
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gothicmoth Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 89 |
oh goddess... I've been wanting to respond to this since you posted them, Forrest, but I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. I will not presume that I know what Lydia, her family and you are going through. I do wish peace to all of you. I've been reading a lot of your poems lately and what strikes me is your wonderful, observational eye. I had to print out both versions and read them side by side. I know this isn't CA, but there are things I like about both versions and this is such a powerful piece that it's a shame to leave anything out. These are the lines I liked from the other one. "almost, but no" "puddled muddled drowning eyes" "quivery shivery sunless soul" "so hard the cold/so hard the air/so very hard to breath" I see the repetition of the lines being "the almost fragmented-chain-of consciousness" that lotharingia was talking about. But it is the above ending that says it all. "so hard to talk to God" This really has left me speechless. Thank goodness you're there for Lydia. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Oh Forest, be there for them, hell I know you are, but be strong an arm of strength, this so so powerful, so heartfelt. I have lost many, in my time, and still as now I'm seeing friends go with six months to live. it is so hard in life to go on at times, and so hard to talk to God also. you have hit it on the head my friend, take care, and hey if you ever want to talk just send me an E. joel@goldrush.com I have big ears, although my newly acquired cockatoo is trying to nibble them off. life, love, strength, peace of heart. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
Thanks so very much for your kind supportive comments. This tradgedy has affected those invoved that there has been three murders and on suicide.I fear greatly for lydia because she no longer cares if she lives or dies. I`ve used all my magic and it was futile. This girl is brilliant with an I.Q. over 150. We`ve been cave crawling whitewater rafting and long talks. The sad thing is she forgives the murders and see`s them as victims to. Much thanks forrest |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
forrest yes this is a great little poem like story and i love it. and you should be there for them no matter what cause i have felt a pain like this twice in my life once when my true love was guned down. and again when my best friend was shot in the head saving my life. and i needed people there for me but still pushed them away but they kept coming giving there support keep it up. I'm the lord, I'm the havoc, I'm the soul |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Thanks for writing this poem for Lydia and for offering your friendship and compassion to her. James |
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