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Willem
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0 posted 12-15-1999 11:58 PM       View Profile for Willem   Email Willem   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Willem

By way of introduction, not explanation, I
must tell my readers here that the following
poem is pure phantasy, an example of role
playing. After all, actors and novelists do
the same. Or should we all write only pure
factual autobiographies?  What sayest?


VOICES

I will remember, and repent, forever,
the night we met again, deciding
to reminisce, together, about old times,
while strolling, together, along the beach
where we first met and kissed...

The night was getting older,
and so, it seemed, were we,
together once again, but each engulfed
by memories, of different times,
and different places,
and people...

A misty moon, reluctantly, kept shining,
for us alone, there on that empty beach,
the breeze was getting bolder, hence
on an impulse we embraced for warmth,
to find we had not gotten older,
and so we kissed, till time
became irrelevant...

When I woke up again, I was alone...
I cried on that forsaken, cold, dark beach,
and listening to the crashing surf,
I heard this bitter old refrain:
"Each dashing wave that hurries towards shore
will break apart,
each reckless kiss that asks for more
will break a heart."


by Willem



[This message has been edited by Willem (edited 12-16-1999).]
© Copyright 1999 Willem - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 12-16-1999 12:01 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Wonderful poem, Willem! And I think poets can write about anything they want to, truth or fiction! That's what most writer's do, as you noted! Well done!

 Denise


Willem
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2 posted 12-16-1999 12:33 AM       View Profile for Willem   Email Willem   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Willem

Thank you, DS!  I was very surprised to see
your response - the very first - so soon,
mere minutes after I posted it. Many of my
poems and short stories are based on such
"what if?" subjects, situations I try to
imagine myself in, and how the characters
I try to describe would react to such hypothetical circumstances.

My artist's view of writing has caused a
few furious debates with one of my sons, who
is the family historian and genealogist, and
thinks that only real occurrences are worthy
of describing.  

Willem
Elizabeth Santos
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3 posted 12-16-1999 03:07 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

What's fantasy to one might be real to another. It's all worth writing about. This poem seemed very real to me. Very well written! But tell me something, what happened next? Did she come back again?
Liz
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4 posted 12-16-1999 06:49 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Willem -

I like this so much.
You took me back in time
to a summer night I thought
had slipped from my mind ...
I'm pleased to say that it didn't.
Thanks for turning a page
in my memory book.
~*Marge*~


 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
     noles1@totcon.com       




[This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 12-16-1999).]
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5 posted 12-16-1999 12:42 PM       View Profile for vandana   Email vandana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for vandana

enjoyed this much  
Willem
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6 posted 12-16-1999 07:42 PM       View Profile for Willem   Email Willem   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Willem

Liz, Marge, Vandana:  Thanks for your nice
commentary! I purposely left out any mention
of gender, so this poem could be appreciated
by anyone having had a similar problem. Sure
enough, Liz thought it must have been a man,
("did she ever come back?"), while Marge saw
a woman who "cried" on that beach.
Will that mean guy or scared girl ever come
back? I haven't decided yet. Maybe...

Willem


Elizabeth Santos
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7 posted 12-16-1999 07:56 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

So, will he come back? or won't he?
Can't leave us dangling!
Liz
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8 posted 12-16-1999 08:14 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Ah, sweet Willem ...

Once the words leave our pen ...
we have no control over them.
They wend their way of destination
to the heart of interpretation.

*Now .. funny how you interpreted
'my' interpretation ...
I said I remembered ... but
I smile with easy-remembering
of a moment of bliss.
As I left the beach
tingling with the remembrance
of his kiss.
I felt his tears crashing
to the shore ...

Next ?


 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com


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9 posted 12-16-1999 08:17 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

What a story! I think poets-or any writer for that matter-should write about whatever they want. Enjoyed reading, Willem.

 Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes

RobertB
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since 09-26-1999
Posts 1121
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10 posted 12-16-1999 08:49 PM       View Profile for RobertB   Email RobertB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RobertB

Willem....I always respected your replies.... now I respect your poetry as well...may I call you "friend"?

Very well done....

Fantasy is as good a subject as any to use to express one's artistic feelings.

Bob Ross never saw many of the "happy little trees" he painted. Only in fantasy...his mind... did he see them until he let us in on it by putting them to canvas.

RB

yes, I did enjoy Bob....a fellow Hoosier.

 
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