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bsquirrel
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0 posted 06-04-2000 02:57 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

You were the princess who always dreamed
A prince would scoop you against him
And drive away the rain that was wetting your soul.
You had all your toiletry items on a table,
Gleaming in the rain -- a brush with soaked bristles,
Paper that had bloated to twice its size, softened,
A mirror that reflected the drops on its surface.
Very occasionally, if you looked at the mirror just right,
Its gleaming, moving surface,
You could see your eyes sparked with dark knowledge.
You used to sing a grim song. Grim song for grim business,
You always said. It would only be a matter of time
Before you turned up dead,
You said.

Was it all in your head? I can't rightly say,
Nor can I wrongly guess.
The quest you wanted your prince to go on
Would tire even the most kind-hearted man.
You see, your castle was in a cloud,
And the castle was fallen.
The bridge was mere strings of wood,
The turrets collapsed into mounds of square stone.
There was no need for a moat --
The whole thing was a moat, gently sinking,
Waiting to fall through your dreams, into dirt.
I don't know how the cloud managed to take
Such abuse from you. It was always raining
Below that cloud.
Above it, too.

Occasional lightning, but nothing too frightening.
You never believed in evil, and neither did I.
But you never believed in good, either.
That's why you let yourself die.

As the sky falls each night,
The color sinking away with the sun,
I wonder about those clouds we cannot see.
Floating above us. Are they wild and free
Or as chained to broken dreams as you were?

I miss talking to you.
We'll never know fully what things we lost,
What things will never stir.

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Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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1 posted 06-04-2000 03:14 PM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Oh, sad, sad.  Beautifully written, this tells a story that brings tears to my eyes.  Thank you for sharing, and if it is a true story, then I'm very, very sorry.
Janet Marie
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2 posted 06-04-2000 04:05 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

You were the princess who always dreamed
A prince would scoop you against him
And drive away the rain that was wetting your soul.
----------
Was it all in your head? I can't rightly say,
Nor can I wrongly guess.
The quest you wanted your prince to go on
Would tire even the most kind-hearted man.
You see, your castle was in a cloud,
And the castle was fallen.
------------
I don't know how the cloud managed to take
Such abuse from you. It was always raining
Below that cloud.
Above it, too.

Occasional lightning, but nothing too frightening.
You never believed in evil, and neither did I.
But you never believed in good, either.
That's why you let yourself die.

As the sky falls each night,
The color sinking away with the sun,
I wonder about those clouds we cannot see.
Floating above us. Are they wild and free
Or as chained to broken dreams as you were?

I miss talking to you.
We'll never know fully what things we lost,
What things will never stir.
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Im gonna need rehab after this weekend
you will already know I love this one...
the sad but tender emotions of it are written so perfectly and gently and the imagery is as if walking into those clouds and castles.
thanks for giving me my bsq poetry fixx in multiples this weekend  
later kind-poet-gator
bs/jm


 I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem
I'm feeling ...
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
cuz there's a little bit of something me...
In everything in you.
~MB20~

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~

bsquirrel
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3 posted 06-04-2000 06:49 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Rosemary J.G.,
I'm glad you enjoyed. Yes, it is sad, but no, it's not true -- just close to true. (an even better picture of the same mess can be found in "they're only bones" (ouch)

Butterfly Slippers,
Glad to be of service. This might be the most I've written in a weekend for this site yet. Pretty frightening how badly I need a life, huh?   Well, to make amends, I'm going to watch the Lakers playoffs tonight (on pretty soon, actually). Would they hurry up and beat the Blazers already? What's this game 7 nonsense?   Anyway...

Mike
 
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