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20/20 Vision |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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20/20 Vision I remember waiting for you in my thoughts on that unusual snowy day in April, worrying that it would delay my timing or that the moment would be canceled. I had no fear in me, yet there you were a stranger coming towards me. So tall, dressed in black, and the sunshine pouring over me, almost blinding me to your view. I never knew what was to come. Wasn't prepared for all that followed, taking months, a mystery to unravel before me. Like a roller coaster ride, highs, lows, thrills, and chills, time in memory recorded it all. My mind now, nothing but a digital camera storing, and able to select at will those special moments that brought me joy. Or those that filled my eyes with tears wondering how this could be happening to me. I remember it all, from day one. I know you do too, but not with the same eyes...mine of soft hazel, blue/ gray/green with a hint of brown... That hint I never noticed before, in all these years of my life, until mentioned to me in a poem's description. How can one not notice the colour of their own eyes? How can I have not noticed the path my life was going to take? How could I have been so blind... when I had 20/20 vision? I will remember it all, how you once looked at me, following me on the highway, slowing down to catch up, getting my attention, turning my head to see you staring at me in the next lane... Carrying my items in the computer store, as if you were a schoolboy carrying his "girls" books. The tender way you would touch my cheek with the back of your hand, pull me to you, to kiss my lips, the first time, our chins touching leaving me with brush burns, me having to stop at a department store to buy something to ease the sting and to cover up the redness on the way home. I will remember watching you as you ate across from me learning your likes and dislikes... sharing my first Krispy Kreme that melted in my mouth just like your kisses.... So many firsts, you showed me, shared with me...Stopping in the park, by the stream as twilight graced us through all the trees, thrilling to your touches, startled by it all. At the Fair, riding the ferris wheel, being kissed at the top... watching the elephants share their talents, your arm on my shoulder as I leaned into you. That day at the park, almost missing one another until last minute timing met up with us giving me another day to share with you. A warm, humid day, climbing the trail, me grasping for every little tree that could hold me, as I ran out of breath from the incline, and thoughts of you so near. Drenched several times over, you had seen me at my worst... not seeming to matter, as the storm came and we waited it out...together on the top of that mountain... so electrifying were it's effects. That ride along the trail, the first on my bike in over five years but for you, I practiced, to be able to last the miles, and the day was ohhhh so hot... and me in my helmet, knowing this first impression was not to be a good one. Yet you said not one word when I removed it in that 90 degree weather. I thought now, this is someone who knows how to care, how to love, how to share. I shall remember it all, the firsts, and the lasts and slide show them over and over when the need arises to feel, to know that I can do that, that I still have that in me, that I am alive with wants and needs and desires and that I will hold onto them until some day,I will no longer need the memories, but will hold it all again, right here in my hands. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 04-14-2001).] |
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Kay Member
since 2001-04-13
Posts 70 |
wow, a lovely poem, I enjoyed every word. Kay |
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Beckalini Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 151Yorkshire, England |
This is just so touching, I loved it. Excellent write here  ~Becky~ |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Things may not always end to our liking but the memories, now precious to hold the memories in our hearts. Very well expressed, Wynter. A smile is worth a thousand words. Your poem is priceless. *S* Chanson~ |
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Alan Senior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 1499right next door |
A wonderful read. Ful of love, joy and hope. EVerything that is takes to make great memories. Thank you for letting me read this |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Wynter~ 'I shall remember it all, the firsts, and the lasts and slide show them over and over when the need arises to feel' And it is just like that, isn't it ? Gosh ... I liked this one bunches ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Kay Thank You and welcome ~Becky~ Well, he has touched my heart  Chanson~ and your friendship is also priceless huggzzzzzzzz Alan Thank you for responding to my words ~*Marge*~ It was just something I had to express along with And In Hindsight..the two go hand in hand..thank you Maureen/Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Wants, needs, desires, hopes, fears, and dreams. I read this with great empathy. It was easy since it flowed easily. Memories are fine but the future sharing of the above is very much worth living for and toward which you should look. I do so enjoy your writing. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
The memories are what holds us, and what gives us strength to go on. Well said M. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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