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Only For a Day or Two

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Soleil
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0 posted 02-27-2000 08:34 PM       View Profile for Soleil   Email Soleil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Soleil

On the Thursday of Whenever
The Matriach and Madame Wang sang
"Ours is a strictly regulated family"
And so began the mourning period
And the passage of Spring.
A now common thing
I can't control the hurt.
And somewhere down by Riverside
I hide from the dreams torn apart
And beginnings that begin,
But have no start
And stay just for a day or two.
She stands stranded and alone
Yet can cleave my resident heart
With one whispered breath in the dark.
And in desperation the Seraphim sing
To counter and dismiss household hymn.
The fish are in the ocean
The birds are in the sky
Sung just for her, is her favorite lullaby.
And should she grow tall and touch the sky
The response now anthologized
Is to tell those who don't matter
Sweet gentle lies.
Please don't hesitate in imparting honor
Or mumble assent at deceit.
While our prayers like tears disappear
In the passing of counted years.
There is a turning's touch
In the holding on of too little
And too much
But in awesome truth does one deny
The lonliness of the suicide.
There is no use pretending
Of a picture perfect fairy tale ending
That was loosed by fiery tempers intemperate.
And somewhere down by Riverside
I hide from the dreams torn apart
And beginnings that begin,
But have no start
And stay just for a day or two.
But the pheonix of the garden knew
The brown wren who wings to future blue.
So carry your precious things across
And please don't fret
Your eager heart with useless fear.
    


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Meadowmuse
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1 posted 02-27-2000 10:46 PM       View Profile for Meadowmuse   Email Meadowmuse   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Meadowmuse's Home Page   View IP for Meadowmuse

There is so much in this poem to appreciate...these lines, for instance ~

"And beginnings that begin,
But have no start"


"Yet can cleave my resident heart
With one whispered breath in the dark."


"While our prayers like tears disappear
In the passing of counted years.
There is a turning's touch
In the holding on of too little
And too much"

I enjoyed this very much.

Claire

Denise
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since 08-22-99
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2 posted 02-27-2000 11:10 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Sad yet beautiful, Soleil. Great poem!

Denise
tracie66
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3 posted 02-28-2000 04:13 AM       View Profile for tracie66   Email tracie66   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit tracie66's Home Page   View IP for tracie66

The sadness is felt deeply in this poem...Lovely read  

 Keep all the windows of your mind open
Anne Rooks
 
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