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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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It is a preference of mine to pretend I do not know so I won't have to say goodbye. I answer one lie with my own-- the pretense of "we are just fine" as our silences have grown into stack fences made of stone approved because they were not thrown nor mortared by a judgement, hewned the statement it is elegant although it lacks the truth. as every day that passes by I wait for you to trust, confide in me, the way it used to be when I could say love was defined in simplest terminology-- no you no I no annulus no need to add or to reduct Remember when it was just us? You can't-- because it never was... |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
::smiles:: (((Serenity))) Oh ! and (((Fuzzy Wuzzy))) |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
I sure understand this. And, I know just how much it hurts. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Remember when it was just us? You can't-- because it never was... So few words... and yet, even without the rest of the poem, they make such impact. You know I just want to reach out and hug you... though I'm just as inclined to bow in awe. |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
I really like the end of this one. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: What a powerful vision! You have no idea how much I can identify with what you convey here with your usual mastery! ... it never was!! This statement will echo in my ears for some time ... Love, Margherita |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Oh man, where do I begin? From the great metaphors of silent acknowledgment of a change in some interpersonal interaction, to the powerful, heart breaking ending. Karen, you know I love this one. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
*sigh* Yeah, this one cut to the bone... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
When I think of anyone relating to this one, it makes me feel very sad. It's deceptively simple...with some fancy mathy stuff thrown in because that kind of stuff was always a way of hiding a solution for me. I've been having good times lately, but I've had to do a lot of work to...allow that. So I'll say thanks for your time and the read, but I must credit Steven Gold, and his work, the book, "Not Trauma Alone". And I think that's all I wanna say about this one. Love to all.  |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
It is always a treat to lay eyes on one of your works and this one is no exception. I was partial to the following lines..... *************************************** the pretense of "we are just fine" as our silences have grown into stack fences made of stone *************************************** and of course your ending brought the full impact home. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
...there was a sadness to this one that ached...your description of this, however, was outstanding...succinct and well done...thanks for sharing |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
powerful! I was expecting this to go on....and wham, such an ending... enjoyed Karen...~~**~~ |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Reading this, I thought even if your name wasn't on as author, I'd know it was your work, Karen. No one has the expressive talent found in your work. Sadly, many seem to relate to the dilemma you describe. Have times really changed so much or do we just analize feelings more? God bless, Rae |
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