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The Monster II
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The Monster II |
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TAP2 Member
since 2000-06-29
Posts 211Morris, Il USA |
I dreamt again... In my dream I had just walked away from myself at the edge of the wood. I looked ahead, realizing the monster of adulthood I had become to the child I was, a flat grassy plain before me. In the distance I heard a little girl singing. So I walked toward her lulling voice. I came upon this young child, only to find it was my beautiful daughter, daisies in her hair, cheeks rosy. Innocent as a lamb, big blue eyes looking up at me, I loved her so. I took her hand and said, " Come. The monster is here." " What monster, Daddy?" she asked. I couldn't answer, just led her through the meadow. We walked a little, picking daisies, when I noticed thet she had become older, perhaps nine or ten, and, oh, she was so beautiful, reddish brown hair thrown over her shoulders, big blue eyes a little less innocent, still I loved her so. " Come, dear, the monster is here," I whispered softly. " What monster,Daddy?" she asked. " Just come," I said. So we walked a little faster, and a little further down, she lat go of my hand. I turned and saw my little girl had become a young woman, no longer my adoring, dependant angel, but a look of independence and rebellion in her eyes, innocence almost gone. I said," Come, darling, the monster is here." " What monster, Dad?"she scoffed. " I see no monster." And she ran away from me. I fell to my knees and wept, crying," He's out there, come, I will protect you." But she was gone. So i walked alone for a while, when ahead I saw a woman with a girl of her own. As I drew nigh unto this pair, I saw the woman's eyes. They were the same eyes that had looked at me from amongst the daisies at the edge of the meadow. My grown daughter looked at me and said," Daddy, it's not a monster. We all have to grow up someday." And I thought, and realized that, indeed the monsterwas a creation of my own, responsibility is something we all must accept. So I smiled and hugged them both, and walked toward a mountain. The Monster was my own. Thomas A. Plemmons Let not a word go unspoken, A thought go unheard, Let not one heart be broken Dream of a perfect world. -Th.A.P. |
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anomaly187 Member
since 2000-06-15
Posts 284San Francisco,CA,US |
i am totally speachless...this is just so...i can't even think of a word that would describe it.. "'I am the the lizard king I can do anything I can make the earth stop in its tracks I made the blue cars go away |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Sigh ... Wonderful Thomas! They grow up far too quickly don't they? Beautiful story, and writing!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Jacman Member
since 2000-06-27
Posts 291Dwight Il, US |
How to reply to this I don't know. I don't even know if it is really poetry. Well ok lets say that it is a stretch on free verse. But I've never read anything more beautiful, and true in my life~!~ Great man!!!!!! jason  I'm not concieted...I'm convinced. |
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Erin Member Elite
since 2000-06-15
Posts 2527~Chicago~ |
Thomas~~~You are amazing...Where do you get these ideas for work like this???Well I loved it...And I hope to see more just like it...Keep up the great work buddy!!!  *Falling in love is when you give someone a piece of your heart, falling out of love is when the piece doesnt fit* |
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Lani_DarkOne Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 152UK |
excellent...just pure BRILLIANT...  (have they changed the smilies?)hmmm...KEEP POSTING..  "Controlling my feelings for too long.... And forcing our darkest souls to unfold... And pushing us into self-destruction...." *~Muse*~ |
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Jeremy Halstead Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 569Morris, Ill. U.S.A |
Well...the jfirst monster poem did have more "poetic" qualities to it, but no more beauty. I agree with Erin that you do lay down some amazing graces of creative beauty on us. Jeremy Curse not upon love, for it is the greatest of great things. Be it not love that curses you....but thy lack thereof. -J.D.H. |
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