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Another Weak Day
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Another Weak Day |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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"Of earthly good, the best is a good wife, A bad - the bitterest curse of human life" -Anonymous Crazy haired, underwear clad riser emerges from sharing a mattress with dictionaries, books and letters. The steps towards light are whiz, coffee, toothbrush, soap sopping and face mowing. Locks scraped towards respectability, the old Ford surges gravitational, parks itself, then pushes me out to face the stress. One creased drycleaned pantleg after another brace from shined shoes as the color co-ordinated tie bookends with spine erect posture. It's Monday and I tricked myself. As one dreams of winning the for a few hours between ticket purchase and inevitable loss, I brought a sportscoat in aspiration of a life after work. Such foolery eased me from the unkind circumstances of where I board to the unsympathetic climate where I, without investment earn a living. I sell. I own not the inventory nor the facility. These aren't my phones, not a shekel of mine goes towards advertising. I bring my wit, a pen, calculator and my integrity. Most of all my integrity. I toss the sportscoat back into the old stationwagon. My hooded eyes of defeat somehow raise from morning (mourning?) humility to a workvan a few slots off. A woman sits as passenger. Alongside her stands a man I watch transform into a boy. His workday starts as a dream. I can't hear but observe what's obviously the cooing exchange of endearments. Her hand reaches through the open window and in soft sweeps lightly touches his face. With each stroke he grows younger, each circuitous caress he abandons his previous concerns and grins as eyes, squinting, is transported to a place I can't remember. I couldn't have been plainer in my request. Asking that occasionally fingers comb my hair, stating (verbatim) that I (or the lion within) could be tamed with kindness. Yet she never heard that. I'm proud that there's no jealousy in this morning's romantic viewing. I'm merely delighted that someone knows such Love. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb [This message has been edited by RSWells (edited 11-08-2001).] |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
For some reason the word which we all recognize as a game of chance could not be inserted despite three edit attempts. Not even here. [This message has been edited by RSWells (edited 11-08-2001).] |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
You reveal much within words that paint this single day in your life. Kindness is such a little thing to ask for and yet the asking is not often heard. I am glad you feel joy in anothers experience of love. Very well said with the amazing talent you give all your work.  It was a good vision to see and I enjoyed the learning and sharing that went into it. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
What an incredible write! And...I know the word which belonged in the blank. Filled it in as I went along. Your imagery is remarkable in this piece and I thoroughly enjoyed reading...and reading it yet again. Thank you. ~hugs, Nancy~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~ |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I was holding my breath at the end. This is wonderful sir. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
I admire you for writing such sincere pieces of verse. They all add up to someone who very much deserves what you found in your observance...in your daily routine. I was an observer once...never stop believing. I loved this...hoping you don't become bored by me constantly saying that Sincerely, Regina |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Quite a lot said here, and all very strong and interesting. You tell stories with such authority. Wonder what's up with the one word? Sandra |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Life sometimes feels like one big crap shoot. I remember my dad saying that when I was about seven or eight. I had no idea what he meant at the time. The next thing I knew, he was history...out the door a soon as he finished building mom the house she wanted. Now, why did this come to my mind after reading your poem? That's another story, anyway. You always make me think. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
RS--Very touching to read...the life and feelings are very real, and portrayed with empathy. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
All I can say is that you simply amaze me sometimes in your writing Richard, and this is one of those times, excellent piece of work here and hi! ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
if you have your integrity, you are the best dressed man in town Kathleen |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
*sigh* ...and another weak heart and will beneath the weight of your wonderfully written poetry, Sir. This is so beautiful, and leads me with held breath to the very end. lol..THATS IT! Send me your autograph!  Sometimes the heart needs the solace of solitude and silence. |
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