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The Letter |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Letter "My dearest heart song, I am a lifeless rock without your warm breath on me." She pondered the words filled with pressed need and searched for her self respect, somewhere it was buried with the perfect wife. The perfect wife, what was that anyway? If there had been a pattern take two steps, turn, twirl, jump, she would have done it but real life wasn’t like that, real life hurt and there were no directions, it was free form and if you couldn’t float, you sank. She heard a voice whisper from the back of her last bad dream. Remember, you dancing around him. Look at me, you said in my pirouette I am pretty, see the glistening from the glass of the heart you are breaking. Yes, real life was like that real life hurt. She tore the letter into pieces. |
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spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
Beautiful and heartbreaking, fantastic poem Martie. Rich |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Reminds me of the little ballerina under the glass lid...always the same song, over, and over, and over, with a twist, she danced... Wonderful, and Sad! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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She pondered the words filled with pressed need and searched for her self respect, somewhere it was buried with the perfect wife. The perfect wife, what was that anyway? If there had been a pattern take two steps, turn, twirl, jump, she would have done it but real life wasn’t like that, real life hurt and there were no directions, it was free form and if you couldn’t float, you sank. see the glistening from the glass of the heart you are breaking. Yes, real life was like that real life hurt. ======================== *shaking my head* ... oh man...the things I could say ... but I'll be a good moth ... and quietly ... but with much respect ... clean the mirror you just held up... the rest...you already know *smile* "she calls me baby ... she calls everbody baaaaby". ~jc mellencamp~ ;) |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Yep, remembering the last bad dream can sometimes put things into proper perspective, can't it? Great piece of writing here, Martie! Denise |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Martie-Oh can I identify, this was very wonderfully put into heartfelt words. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Spiked--thanks so much for reading and for such a nice reply Karilea--Yes..I have seen those...you're right Janet--You, my butterfly, can say whatever you want...okay? Denise--Yes, it can. Gemini--I suspect alot can...thank you for reading. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
if men could dance like that glass ballerina - I suspect many would be with me ~S~ |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
There wouldn't be a pattern in which to hold your sense of adventure and vision anyway my friend. Time to re-write the rules and make those dances come back to you. See ya on the floor. BTW......superb creation as you know but I never tire of telling you. If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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