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Here in Yellow
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Here in Yellow |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Here in Yellow The days are vague with alcohol and uncertainty Standing here with everywhere a possibility Spinning, I should be making decisions… But I like it here in yellow The light is soft, diffused and kind No questions asked, there is no risk Of answers I won’t like. The nights are restless with memory and desire Lying here with nowhere else an option Momentarily, I rest in indecision… Because it’s better here in gray The air is cool, safe and forgiving Eyes against the darkness, I don’t have to see If you’re leaving. The life is crowded with words and misunderstanding Sitting here I write more of the same Regrettably, I do not have much courage There is comfort in the blue… Time moves, removes my thought and pain Love is easier to hold, just out of arms reach Until I’m certain it will stay. [This message has been edited by JLR (edited 03-11-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
JLR....a very melancholy read....haunting in aspect, taunting me to not give up ever on hope, and an underlying courage....I know this is only my interpretation, but it is what you've given me, and I thank you for that.... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I like all the implications of this write...it can go several places and I've been to many of them...I'd like a double with that lost lover please...the blue of this print was easy on my eyes and I could take it too....oh that courage where does it go at the time?.....love...such tricky stuff! For breakfast I'll take a heart over easy please.... wonderful write!! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
There is a certain peacefulness that we find when we write. No matter what we're going through. Distance and time will heal your heart. Well written thoughts! A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
sometimes, you have to enter the white of it all, and see it as it is. . . excellent. . .  -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Thank you all for such thoughtful responses. I truly appreciate all your comments. Not quite sure I'm ready for the white, Sven, but soon...very soon. Thanks again! |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Reclining into nothingness does have its particular appeal some even make a lifesport of choosing not to reveal themselves to themselves a metaphysical bath in body suit defined completely unrevealing ok class all together "we hate sunshine we hate bright we despise the sun and all things which might bring light" Now that everyone is feeling better take your crayons and color in the world yes eating them is fine even the green ones ok what's the last rule "vodka always last" Very good color your worlds... RJ I think I ate my yellow crayon, tasted funny like hard boiled lemonade Help " I can lie to my mirror only so long as it chooses to listen to me, and look me in the eye." |
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