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Him There, Peering
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Him There, Peering |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Him There, Peering I plant myself (weary) into patio furniture snow soaked, but still offering. I neglected to cover or store the stuff - it is only resin and stripes anyway but I believe there to be reasons for my neglect, reasons controlled by some irretraceable source, some vortex. I pull myself underneath that sky all curled and shivering, my eyes following screams. Cries lost just around the corner, or maybe in the yard I lack. Or out on the street under a tire - crushed, pressed firmly back into the earth. My lover, all warm circled and high, peers in stance, behind salt stained windows, at my explosions. They're escaping from every reason now deceased. They are flashes above my fractured head, dripping wet. A light show and laser - my words magnified. They're whispering and tip toeing around this city. (lights out). And I rarely read directions but follow wood grain to a T. I was taught to Never screw that up. But when it's so dark the only things you see are eyes and teeth, it's not enough to rely on knowledge hammered, carpet kicked into my head. So simply the thought of seeking my way, the thought of finding a balance and him there peering at this slosh of excuses, this attempt at cleansing,... runs slush through my veins, trickles love down my cheek. He took eight years and looked at me with them - (in one position, one facial expression felt, one essence of him there, peering) - and held demons captive long enough,...for me to breathe. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
All it takes sometimes is a brief moment of realization and caring from one soul to set our whole lives on balance again. Wonderful write and a pure joy to read. As long as we never stop searching for ourselves then I do believe we will come out fine in the end. If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Wonderful , I really enjoyed reading this Soul searching we always find what we are looking for eventually  Julie |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
So I get this picture of you sitting there shivering, thinking and needing to be OUT though it’s freezing and your hands are numb, you have to stay in the chair just to keep your mind. And there he is, looking at you and you’re thinking about how you look: stupid, crazy for being out there; handling excuses, wiping your mind free of everything that’s collected. You’re sitting in the damn cold chair just trying to think and unthink enough to let everything go… and if he doesn’t understand it, and if he’s just tolerating it, okay… because now you see in his eyes, eight years and all they count for, and it’s enough to make you tremble and cry and swell and warm, and ease yourself… if just a moment. And I've been there (esp, in the chair). This is fantastic. I’ve read it at least five times now, and I’ll keep reading it (as I do so many of your posts). I like what you write, and I’m always charmed, but occasionally you write something that knocks me backwards and stills me and troubles everything inside me (but in a good way). This is one of them. I hope you realize the ability you have: what power you can create with your hands. Thank you, btw, for your reply on "losing my mind", one of the more insightful replies (in many ways, I think), by one of the very few that I think understood it at all (Though it was no great piece, and so troubles me...) ~Beth |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"And I rarely read directions but follow wood grain to a T. " One of those images that startle me in the mirror...yanno? I read it twice and see me in the garden...relating, over here... |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Spitzie, I don't know whence they came, but shivers visited me but briefly upon final rendering of this piece. I got, from a frail portrayal of self-loathing, an image of true sacrificial love, one of the rarest sorts, though found often in parents (unknown to their offspring until said offspring have offspring). Alicat “It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.” Charles Darwin |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Extremely powerful writing here. Your emotions are so clear and seem familiar to this reader. I loved the way you showed your vision of feelings. Wonderful reading. Much love and hugs to you from me. Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. http://www.voy.com/7622/ http://www.powerpoems.com |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Yowsers...this is a powerful piece of writing here. Great free verse ~ Ruth www.angelfire.com/pa/OriginalMinds/index.html |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is a highly imaginative, talented piece of writing......very much! "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great soul searching write! Very well put together and such a pleasure to read...thanks for sharing this.....ethome |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
SpitFire, Wonderfully written piece. I love the imagery. It is awesome you! ' Nice to see you here again. I hope all is well with you. Take care and talk soon. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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