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Elizabeth Cor
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Over the river and through the woods

0 posted 2000-10-23 03:49 AM


Perhaps it won't be, honey, what it’s cracked up to be…
Because all the good architects are captured up
  by cola companies and banks early on.
But does that mean we can’t learn the designs to our own hearts?
I’ve more fond memories of an old farm house (with it’s twisted ancient trees and rope swing)
that groaned in winter, than the new townhouse I just threw out last spring.
And fault lines made my Colorado mountains. And these mountains made this place my home.
So when you say you're afraid of the ground, I think
Is it my own ignorance? My age?
Because I’ve asked people what their favorite kind of
insanity would be,
and I’ve asked for hell,
   and death’s hand.
Perhaps it's stupid optimism to say that we came from
Destruction, Chaos, and Splitting Suns…
When it might be substantial needs you’re after.
Oh, and when you mention you’re looking for impeccability, a slight of brilliance
I recognize that a little too clearly.
Still what do I know?
Most of the information I’ve retained
I found while looking for something else
… and getting lost has always lead me to my own mental resolution.

Maybe I’m too young
to wander around
in the lull of 5am
without finding peace.
Maybe my knowledge of small apartments, and dysfunctional families
(with abusive grandparents, a moderately psychotic mother,
a father that never appeared after age five, and a brother with strange, incestual hunger)
and unrequited love
(that has been dying inside me for nearly five years)
is too small to offer advice.
Because I’ve no children, no divorces, no significant time line,
and I am still too juvenile to claim anything but arrogance.
Maybe I can only offer some jumble of words
(from a shaken bag?
Smoothed unto a picnic table in summer lighting?)
and no warranty.

I’ve been told:
We don’t receive instructions, incase the journey would lose it’s lessons,
and what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
(but more often just makes us numb)
It’s your own responsibility to feel, believe, smile, and redeem.
People don’t acquire apologies for evil or tolerance for being.
No one will award you for learning from mistakes.
We will not be granted the promises whispered to us and stapled into our hearts,
while we were children and still discovering the cruelty of understanding.
A girl with a cardboard sign stating:
Have a nice day! (Purple marker flowers hung on its edges)
Doesn’t hit the way a rock through a Radio Shack does when it’s flashed across the news.
We’re all self-absorbed, because we’re self-sustaining.
Sometimes planes just drop out of the sky.

To death, I have watched friends lose their fathers, mothers;
I have watched myself lose my friends.
And I cannot claim strength enough to think this life
pure despite it’s deprivations…
My existence has been to me some exhausting disease that arranges
gentle extraordinariness just close enough to enliven me to remain.
Still, somehow I believe that if we were assimilated in perfection,
the sweet rarities would lose their flavor.
For to open ourselves to love is to open ourselves to pain,
and to open ourselves to pain is to ensure the possibility of love.


In storybook short:
Alice plunged the rabbit hole before she betook her adventure.
The endless well gave to her, in forever, the ability to right herself and look around,
to examine and enjoy the bizarre in hover about her.
(And remember being a mile high can only make you lose your head)
See, it’s in the spaces that God will rest,
between rocks on tilt, and the concave of nests.
Where nothingness settles, serenity collides.
You’ll only kill yourself covering all the chasms,
trying to melt the unknown into definitive packets,
walling yourself into solid sections.
So keep your cracks with their imperfections --
that’s how the light gets through.

There are many, many quotes, directly stated or somewhat construed, in this piece, so if you see something familiar the credit may be due to another original author…

~ Beth

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[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (edited 10-23-2000).]

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Nan
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1 posted 2000-10-23 08:01 AM


I think Doreen's going to like this - Let's keep it where she can see it..
Poertree
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since 1999-11-05
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2 posted 2000-10-23 08:54 AM


she's not the only one ... wow

(but another "unto" and a "betook" as well ?! ...lol ...only kiddin'  

amazing stuff beth

philip

doreen peri
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since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812
Virginia
3 posted 2000-10-23 09:20 AM


well, beth, you've taken images from my cracks poem and from a couple others, too (the bag of lines shook up, for instance)... LOL... and blended them into quite a look at why the cracks are ok... so, i'll need to read this over a few times and let it sink in on the way to take my brand new car to get serviced while i'm waiting for the plumber to come and repair my sink which has exploded in the inside of my head.

thanks, my friend... you're a fine poet.. and wiser than your years... cracks me up a little how someone your age can know so much about the way life works....

i'm glad my poem inspired you... keep optimistic... it helps get you through the sludge  ...

oh, and this is a great insight here:
"Most of the information I’ve retained
I found while looking for something else" plus, didn't know if you knew but i've often used Alice imagery in my poetry... maybe i'll email you a couple ... for now, gotta lot of things to do today like trying to find that elusive rabbit... and figure out my hearts before the house of cards tumbles  
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Poertree
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Posts 1359
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4 posted 2000-10-23 09:26 AM


...... sorry me again lol...just had to come back after reading doreen's poem - finding it hard to believe you created this in such a short space of time in response ...quite incredible ...

particularly liked:

"Because all the good architects are captured up
  by cola companies and banks early on.
But does that mean we can’t learn the designs to our own hearts?"

and

"And fault lines made my Colorado mountains. And these mountains made this place my home."

(sheesh excellent)

and

"Most of the information I’ve retained
I found while looking for something else
… and getting lost has always lead me to my own mental resolution"

(gawd - profundity as well !!)

and

"and I am still too juvenile to claim anything but arrogance.
Maybe I can only offer some jumble of words
(from a shaken bag?
Smoothed unto a picnic table in summer lighting?)
and no warranty."

(lol ... kind of ironic given the actual depth of perception in your pieces)

and

"My existence has been to me some exhausting disease that arranges
gentle extraordinariness just close enough to enliven me to remain."

(this is quite extraordinary writing)

and

geez ....what the hell ..it's all amazing  

P



serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738

5 posted 2000-10-23 09:35 AM


Good grief.  Between you and doreen, I am going to develop a serious case of writer's block.

"and getting lost has always led to my own mental resolution..."

Beth, I'm counting on it!

An excellent dialogue you two!!!

Balladeer
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6 posted 2000-10-23 09:42 AM


I have NO idea how an 80 year old woman can look as good as you do....because you have to be that old to accumulate this much knowledge! Elizabeth, this is remarkable writing, filled with lines I wish I had written. My eye is officially out for anything you pen and I appreciate your talents....
Wilfred Yeats
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since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704
Wilmington, Delaware
7 posted 2000-10-23 10:22 AM


you're way younger and less experienced than DP - and I'm way older than her - - yet I'm still the Pollyanna you are (exagerration? -so what?) STILL - I enjoyed both of you thoroughly -
Perhaps it's my nature - but I can't read Doreen without thinking She's more confident and self-assured than her words - and most likely - I suspect you, like me - feel helpless at times just as I do -
So - what it comes down to is great poetry
and you both write it!

Poertree
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since 1999-11-05
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8 posted 2000-10-23 05:32 PM


sorry but i don't believe a poem like this should be on page three as the US moves into evening ..... whooooooshhhhh
Elizabeth Cor
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since 2000-10-13
Posts 879
Over the river and through the woods
9 posted 2000-10-23 07:09 PM


Thanks, Nan!      

Philip, I bestow unto you my essence of gratitude.  

Serenity, ~takes a long draw off of a peculiar smelling, hand-rolled cigarette ~~coughs~
“Between you and doreen, I am going to develop a serious case of writer's block.”
…I’ve got something to cure that. ~grins. offers you a hit of ‘inspiration’~
(I got this from Doreen, btw )

Balladeer, It’s the water. And I appreciate your respect and attention. Thank you so very much, delighted you enjoyed!

Wilfred, I think I’ll always be a sunny-side up kind of girl, so it’s nice to see a glimpse of my possible future – do you I’ll be able to write ballads like yourself in a few years? I certainly hope so…
I also have an inkling you’re right about Ms. Peri and her confidence .
And, I can forgive a Disney reference, if you’ll forgive the egg citation .

Doreen, no you haven’t disappeared, I saved you for last…
What can I say? I’m awestruck by you, and for once the mild abrogating side of your writing made me want to jump up and scream for rainbows and flowers and birds and maybe… no… no Disney movies.
Or just slip in something to tell you: you’re fantastic, you’re brilliant, you’re adored, and it’s a beautiful day outside… go outside and play.

~ Beth

P.S. Philip, Wheee! Thanks!  
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[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (edited 10-23-2000).]

Acies
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Twilight Zone
10 posted 2000-10-24 09:40 AM


From now on, if you see a reply from me that doesn't have any message at all, just my signature and probably a couple of smiley faces, consider it as me being just plain speechless.  I agree with the rest, you must be around 80 yrs old already.  My feelings about your talent right now reminds me of the days that I was astounished at my grandma's intellect when I was 5.  And I may even be older than you are...still in my twenties.

"Because I’ve no children, no divorces, no significant time line,
and I am still too juvenile to claim anything but arrogance."

I'm so sorry, but I totally disagree on this one.  Time lines don't compose the severity of one's experiences in life, at least that's what I believe in. All it probably means is you don't have to go thru the same mistakes as others to know what's right from wrong. Being born and raised in a 3rd world country, though I was one of the more fortunate ones, has allowed me to see the truth about cruelty in this world(made me believe that I wanted to be a Jesuit).  At the same time being part Spanish and part Asian(a mutt in short), has also allowed me to see more of the realities of people.  All these in a very short time line. Sorry, just expressing my opinion.< !signature-->

I see no changes, wake up in the morning I ask myself, "Is life worth living or should I blast myself"  TUPAC SHAKUR



[This message has been edited by acire (edited 10-24-2000).]

Jamie
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since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168
Blue Heaven
11 posted 2000-10-24 10:16 AM


Every morning is the dawn of a new error



Jamie

Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil.
"Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely".



Mark Bohannan
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since 2000-06-21
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In the winds of Cherokee song
12 posted 2000-10-24 12:24 PM


So you brought this knowledge with you from your previous life did you not?  Wonderful visions into the many facets of life and bringing forth to light some of the things that must of us just tuck deep inside or choose to ignore.  EXCELLENT READ!!
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