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Fall Blown Leaves
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Fall Blown Leaves |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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Fall Blown Leaves We threw many things to the wind watching as it swiftly blew by We tossed away so much that never should have been thrown away unaware we’d want it back again. Childhood the newness the wonder of every day and thing of never wanting to close your eyes in fear of missing what’s coming next when naps were sometimes welcome but night time sleep never was because too much could pass you by. So much blown away like beautiful Fall dropped leaves never to be seen again except perhaps in dreams. The youthful teenaged years when the opposite sex was no longer just a friend but an enrichment to life, love was no longer just Mom and Dad Gramps – Grandma - Brother – Sister a word we were taught to use but a full blown yearning burning feeling desire to be whole at last. So many grains of sand swept by only touched in their inception never endeared understood needed as now they are when beyond the reach of time-worn souls aching to sense their essence again. The years between the youth and now when we learned or knew it all when everything was ours couldn’t be wanted too or didn’t when we melded souls created kids taught them an important word they didn’t understand. Love. Or not. The age of all those years blown by the one’s we kept that brought us here wondering wondering why . . . We threw so many things to the wind watching briefly as it swiftly blew by We tossed away so much that never should have been unaware we’d want it back again. Unaware we’d desperately want it back again.
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay. THIS is one of, if not, your very best, Jimmy. You spelled out my life mostly within the lines of this poem. Your expressions and thoughts about our phases of living are momentous and revealing, AND so very, very true. I'll be saving this. ~*~ Around here a cultured person is one that don't drink dago red from a jar. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is such an intense write, dear Jimmy. You drenched your words in the colors of melancholy. It is touching and yes, I understand this. Margherita |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
makes me feel how precious life is as we start to age more, and that pang in the heart feeling that there is nothing we can do to go back and do it again but there is still life ahead I hope  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed reading this...James |
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