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SpitFire
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0 posted 2001-02-01 10:57 PM


He Was Five

He was five -
and walked like I do.
Circling a world and overly aware.
He questioned authority.
He too had known more than he should.
Or more than would serve his health.

The sun, in days, had sung for him.
While he wandered across land
explaining things to me. - Centuries later.
God,...we could have danced!
We could have fallen to the ground in laughter.
We could have held hands in front of that train.
(Interlocked our fingers and held our breath.)

I scream for him. He was five.
He equated love for some sticky substance
and wondered about death.
But like me, he swallowed why
and dared life to take him all the way.

Sometimes, when he found humor
in the most absurd things -
I understood. I laughed.
I held my mouth with both hands
and tried to force it back. (spit and sounds)
Like some kind of animal.
I was evil. In finding the humor.
I was trapped by his aura.

How could we have been innocent
if we had power (at our age) and used threats?
He knew secrets, like me, 'cept I'm still here.
And listening all the same.
I was never really there when we
tossed life into the air. In fields.
Scattering our chances.

We heard fear -
but rolled down that prickly hill anyway.
We could have met at the bottom.
Of life. Of yesterday too.
We could have been five again.
We could have run from underneath them
and found all the answers we cried for.
We could have made five seem like the ocean
or maybe a song from inside my head.

© Copyright 2001 SpitFire - All Rights Reserved
VAS
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1 posted 2001-02-01 11:15 PM


Bravo, superb, absolutely superb!  There are so many lines that nearly blew me away.  My favorite, which after reading the entire piece is actually harder to choose, but this one is like a first love:
      "But like me, he swallowed why"

there are many that are beautiful, poignant, but this one is so unique to me that I love it!  Some things we just have to decide to swallow, don't we.  May I take a copy of this?  So I might savor it in the future?  
Virginia

Janet Marie
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2 posted 2001-02-02 02:22 AM


Sometimes, when he found humor
in the most absurd things -
I understood. I laughed.
I held my mouth with both hands
and tried to force it back. (spit and sounds)
Like some kind of animal.
I was evil. In finding the humor.
I was trapped by his aura.

How could we have been innocent
if we had power (at our age) and used threats?
He knew secrets, like me, 'cept I'm still here.
And listening all the same.
I was never really there when we
tossed life into the air. In fields.
Scattering our chances.
===========================

Spitfire... this takes my words and gave me a spine shiver ..
this is powerful deep writing ...
the impact and imagery of this piece is very impressive ...
so is the poet ...
very very cool write my friend..very cool indeed.

If my slight Muse do please these curious days ...
The pain be mine ...
but thine shall be the praise.

~Shakespeare~


Agust P
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3 posted 2001-02-02 03:30 AM


beautiful, excellent writing, I loved it, AP
Kethry
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Victoria Australia
4 posted 2001-02-02 06:35 AM


Fire,
I have to agree with Janet Marie, what powerful images t\you evoked in this poem.
write on
Kethry


Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen.



Martie
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5 posted 2001-02-02 04:57 PM


SpitFire--This poem pulled the shivers of memory from youth...so well done, my friend..I always enjoy your poems.  More!!
Charisma
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6 posted 2001-02-02 05:02 PM


outstanding......excellent piece that brings back the memory of youth...

love the many wonderful lines inside, truly loved and enjoyed it.

Charisma

insect
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7 posted 2001-02-02 08:48 PM


Hey  Spit
Your Fire is always burning bright
This one lights a path to youth
Loved it

serenity blaze
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8 posted 2001-02-02 11:07 PM


You've outdown yourself here. This is so rich with memory...absoutely beautiful my lady!  I go to re read now...love it!!!
SpitFire
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9 posted 2001-02-04 05:22 PM


~Virginia, Janet Marie, Agust P, Kethry, Martie, Charisma, Insect and Serenity, you have ALL made my heart smile,...by reading and feeling, and leaving your words. Thank you, truly. .  *Peace your way.
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