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seraphin
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since 2000-09-24

Posts 1004
Michigan

0 posted 2000-09-24 10:15 PM

Weaving through the morning light,
a vagrant in the dawn,
the remnants of last nights dress,
is all that I have on,
Scraps of fabric draped like hands
cover my bared breast,
and though I try to remember
I don't know where the rest
of it has gone.
For I surely do not have it on.

I stop for a moment by a curb,
and sit tenderly on the ground,
I gather up my legs in my arms,
wrap them up all around,
And cradle the scratchy bruises,
with fingers banded in gold,
while perfectly painted pink nails,
caress the flesh gone cold
For the story is not new,
it is rather old.

I reflect upon the perfection,
the totality of the pain,
that pours down upon me,
like ribbons of stinging rain,
That washes away the remaining traces,
of makeup on my face,
and rinse them down my cheeks,
to land upon a place,
not covered
in utter disgrace.

And I wonder how this came to be,
how I allowed myself to go on,
how I came to accept and to embrace
something so clearly gone wrong.
Oblivious to the gasps and stares
of strangers that pass and look down,
upon my presence in the
morning light,
Just a vagrant left out in the dawn.

Alwye

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since 1999-06-16

Posts 3850
In the space between moments

1 posted 2000-09-24 10:28 PM

Very very powerful words here...this evoked haunting images in my mind...well done!

*Krista Knutson*

"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." -Confucious

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

2 posted 2000-09-25 04:36 PM

Woe, Seraphim,
you certainly know how to write. This passionate piece floored me and floored me again when I read it the second time. Brilliantly done.
Be well
Kethry

"It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures;
but it is the loss that shapes the image,
gathers the flowers weaves the garland."-

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2000-09-29 03:59 AM

Seraphin~
Oh my ! What depth found tucked in this one.

'the remnants of last nights dress,
is all that I have on'

I so enjoyed this.
~*Marge*~

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

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

4 posted 2000-09-29 04:06 AM

seraphin-
   WOW!  This is incredible...very powerful
   writing.     Thanks for sharing this.

   -vicky

"...until you have read the verse on his
heart, you have not truely met the poet."
-vlraynes

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

5 posted 2000-09-29 05:06 AM

wow. This is a powerful piece...one of those "wish I could write like that" poems...

got my attention and my admiration with this tragic work.

Mark Bohannan
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since 2000-06-21

Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song

6 posted 2000-09-29 07:43 AM

Okay this one goes in my library. The piece not only had a powerful content but the flow was superb and when read aloud becomes even alluring to find out what is next. Lovely piece of writing.

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