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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2001-01-09 01:09 AM


In silence of the velveteen
upon the stealth of in between.
A toy in tatters on the shelf
begriming dust with tears of self…
very nearly hugged to death
seams asunder, love’s last breath
and stuffing of a heart’s sweet dream
The spill of love – the rabbit’s scream
A quickening of alchemy
o-see-what-love-can-do-to-me…
I pray you’ve art of stitchery,
and suture the remains of me.

And even bunnies still in plush
have longing for the need of touch.
Forgotten toy upon the shelf—
in regret of loss of self,
the need for one transforming tear,
simplicity of holding near…
With no imagine of enough…
in flutter of a life within
to feel, to know the birth of sin
Aspersion, all be cast aside
and know ye now I daily die.

But leave me to my dusty shelf—
at least I know the house of self
familiarity therein—
I could not bear begin again
so leave me to my chosen hell.
Build me walls,
of blocked cubed halls
And poems vague---disguised
of spell,
clipped of wings, an angel falls
a call of flesh's unruly dwell.

No longer do I wish to feel—
Do not love me, make me real…
Never will I feel, AMEND
The fool has journey’d once again…
A velveteen of hungry heart…
and every word recalled--surreal.
But touch me not—
I’ll stay forgot—
upon my shelf, remain unreal.



[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 01-09-2001).]

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Marge Tindal
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1 posted 2001-01-09 01:36 AM


Serenity~
Oooh-Oooh ~ deja vu

I LOVED it and it also reminds me of something
that came tumbling out of me once-upon-a-time.

Take a look-see ~
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Spirits walking, love.
~*Marge*~


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VAS
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2 posted 2001-01-09 01:37 AM


Excellent!  Wonderfully woven.  Love the correlation between one of my favorite children's stories that I never heard until an adult and one's experience with love and its loss.

Beautifully done, a sad, somber ending though.
Powerfully poignant piece, serenity!  I think it may be my favorite of yours, though I know I've not seen them all.

Krawdad
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3 posted 2001-01-09 01:47 AM


On a lonely shelf
a tear splashes in the dust
Echoes through the halls


/:^ (==
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Poeminister
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4 posted 2001-01-09 02:11 AM


Serenity.

Your thoughts speak strongly in this piece. I like muchly the rhyme and rhythm...excellent writing...

take care,
Poeminister

Poet deVine
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Hurricane Alley
5 posted 2001-01-09 06:48 AM


...sadly beautiful. You get better with each post....  
tracie66
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6 posted 2001-01-09 06:52 AM


What an incredible write, this is so visual. Seren wonderful expression of emotion penned...well done
~HUG~
Tracie~


Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe



Irish Rose
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7 posted 2001-01-09 08:54 AM


This is an incredible write but can I be honest?  I haven't a clue as to what it all means.

does this refer to Alice in Wonderland?
"In silence of the velveteen
upon the stealth of in between.
A toy in tatters on the shelf
begriming dust with tears of self…
very nearly hugged to death
seams asunder, love’s last breath
and stuffing of a heart’s sweet dream
The spill of love – the rabbit’s scream
A quickening of alchemy
o-see-what-love-can-do-to-me…
I pray you’ve art of stitchery,
and suture the remains of me."

I liked this very much but I'm confused between bunnies, angel's wings and dust.
I read and re-read but I don't understand it.

Thanks!

"Every man dies.
Not every man truly lives."
Braveheart

Kathleen


nakdthoughts
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Between the Lines
8 posted 2001-01-09 09:02 AM


o-see-what-love-can-do-to-me…
I pray you’ve art of stitchery,
and suture the remains of me.

I loved The Velveteen Rabbit and reread it every year.. and as I sew I understand perfectly the art of stitchery, this was excellent writing..and no matter how he/she is mended or dressed...it's the heart inside that counts...huggzz for a very fine write...*s

~Wynter


"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II



doreen peri
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9 posted 2001-01-09 09:13 AM


painful... very real and painful and i felt every word.... i once used a line in a poem about being a package put on a shelf, too... this is incredibly well done, k.... and ... i have so much i want to say about it but i'll just offer ((((hugs)))) and thank you for all you are.... this one literally made me cry...  i think it's a marathon...
Janet Marie
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10 posted 2001-01-09 09:57 AM


The spill of love – the rabbit’s scream
A quickening of alchemy
o-see-what-love-can-do-to-me…
I pray you’ve art of stitchery,
and suture the remains of me.
=========================
Forgotten toy upon the shelf—
in regret of loss of self,
the need for one transforming tear,
simplicity of holding near…
With no imagine of enough…
in flutter of a life within
to feel, to know the birth of sin
Aspersion, all be cast aside
and know ye now I daily die.
====================
I could not bear begin again
so leave me to my chosen hell.
Build me walls,
of blocked cubed halls
And poems vague---disguised
of spell,
clipped of wings, an angel falls
a call of flesh's unruly dwell.

No longer do I wish to feel—
Do not love me, make me real…
Never will I feel, AMEND
The fool has journey’d once again…
A velveteen of hungry heart…
and every word recalled--surreal.
But touch me not—
I’ll stay forgot—
upon my shelf, remain unreal.
======================

Sen this is such an impressive piece of writing...
once again you raise the level ...
all your efforts, all your workshops and studying ...
your desire to work at your craft
to grow as a writer ...
they are all showcased here ...
your use of metaphor here is outstanding
as it the rhyme flow ...
the vocabulary use of unique words and phrases made the imagery and emotions rise of the page ...
and as for the emotions...
well baby... you already know ...
awesome write me twin...its a beautiful thing to watch you grow ...
you ARE A POET ... you ARE a WRITER ...
nothing and no one can take that from you...
love ya me girlie
me

No one ever told me ... I could get lost while standing still ...
and sorrow doesnt make a sound ... as it takes away all your will.


BloomingRose
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Posts 3092
Florida
11 posted 2001-01-09 10:18 AM


A toy in tatters on the shelf
begriming dust with tears of self…
very nearly hugged to death
seams asunder, love’s last breath
and stuffing of a heart’s sweet dream
The spill of love – the rabbit’s scream
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can easily relate to this entire poem, but these lines say so much...
*hugs* to you,
Deb

serenity blaze
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12 posted 2001-01-09 03:48 PM


and hey...thanks much....but Irish.??? YOU MUST READ THE BOOK. Okay? Okay.


HUGS TO FORUM ALL ME LOVE AND THANKS.

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