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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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. Shooting from the hip on the mossy knolls of metaphor, running from the light through the dusty halls of misbehavior, sick of trying to savor civilizations' limitations, I'd rather be sitting back there sipping Armagnac while the absinth prepares itself building swirls in dreams and clouds by nibbling the sugared ice; yes, rather there, sitting with Marie-Antoinette wrapped twice in quiet comfortable desire, though barely warmed by gypsy fire forgetting obligations, unashamed at eating Madeleines and petit fours, than to be slowly strangling today while managing the threaded chains others require. Drowsy from the heat within she asked, "What are you waiting for? For what it's worth your life won't take you through the wrong end of the glass, cultivate the weary look and sigh, you may that way catch the eyes of wanderers hoping for distraction and if you're lucky find some action on the way, but bored plus bored still equals bored when all the sweaty cries to deities are done; I'll be gone longer than you've been alive, so sit on the sidewalk safely shaded from the sun until doomsday if you like, waving at the traffic and the travelers going by, a greeter to the stars; wallow in delusion until you rot, but then you dare not complain about the dancers in the passing parade. There is nothing wrong with rest, with a resting life arresting life, it can be the best of times, at times, to restock and rebuild to pause before again turning to face the jaws and claws of life's unrelenting challenge without which there can be no growth." ...but forty years ago in a time of revolution I failed to see the moment that she offered me. ©2007 by icebox . [This message has been edited by icebox (02-19-2007 09:17 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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and I have books to read and time to read them--so thank you for the gentle reminder of "luck" and "chance" and perspective. yesssssssssssssssss I think I shall. Join me in some jasmine tea? It's the only green thing I have to drink in this century besides Mountain Dew.  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Pretty darn tootin' straight shootin', Mr. C. and very thought provoking. It actually makes me kind of sad, though. Trying to make sense of suffering...it's purpose...Those who brave it can bring out the best in human compassion from those who are connected...or then again, can learn how cold the world can be. This reminds me of a friend I had who passed beyond this world a couple of years ago. She had MS. She refused pain medication through the end...said she wanted to experience the beauty of it. Because she was in CA and I was here in TX, we said our goodbyes on the phone. She comforted me being I was the only one of us who was emotionally upset. She was simply joyous and grateful for the awareness of her experience even in dying. Left me with lots to think about...just like your poem. *hugs*....jo [This message has been edited by iliana (02-19-2007 06:19 AM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dear C "There is nothing wrong with rest, with a resting life arresting life, it can be the best of times," I think I built this in to me...a tumor, how grand, what a plan...I could rest and give excuses that were acceptable even to me. How could I, afterall, have sat upon the swing out back on idle, wandering?  |
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