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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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along < !signature-->'bout yesterday or so... I was sitting out on the jetty lookin' out to sea in the black of my mind I played again an ‘ol misery the horizon stood with clouds looking cruel I recalled brother Greg telling me when a mist rose off the sea a storm was headin' for the breaker with all it’s fractured rules memory recalled it strategy like standin’ on the back porch waiting for the stroke of lightning fueling thoughts to call ya but the phone lines dead I felt again the rolling stillness and how alone I thought about losing myself but I was just to grown for feelin' I let the twilight dawn set another tone there’s really no reason to be calling none and without hesitating anticipating some salutation but you began to fade the shoreline from where we sat I sat alone with my thoughts on still waters jaded . Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 12-13-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale--Don't let those old miseries tell you stories about yourself ...because I happen to know that the jetty is the best place to feel magnificent...Hugs! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, Dale, I think this is the most beautiful poem you have written yet, about your youngest brother Greg. Those empty, beautiful Mukilteo shores looking out to the San Juan Islands were your favorite places to go before he died. I'm especially moved by the words "black of my mind", "waiting for the stroke of lightning" and "phone lines dead". I know how you miss him, and your mother too. These last few have been such hard years for you! All my love, Rosemary . The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
THe past always linger, especially when the event is a sad or tragic one. I am sorry for your pain. A beautifully written poem. "an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women". Patti Smith |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ Nothing jaded about this beautiful remembering piece. I was particularly taken with - 'I was sitting out on the jetty lookin' out to sea in the black of my mind I played again an ‘ol misery' *Hugs*, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I love you my friends, For those who don't know this was writen for my late younger brother... He introduced the place to me... I don't know what more to say but thanks for your time this day. Much Love... dale . |
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