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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Lamplighting Heritage It is too bad that you chose not to stick around to see your fruits drop and scatter, some staying, growing roots, bounding with tradition, others, rolling a bit beyond the fall of your rejection leaving twelve behind, along with their mother, was that such a very right thing to do? And what, I wonder, since having learned of you, were you running to? Or from? In his eyes, the one man that I once believed must have been very much loved by you, for he in turn loved very, very intently honestly, truthfully, sincerely, you were ostensibly a non man for he spoke not of you, not even to his wife, who apparently believed you dead and in that way of things not spoken, he idolized his father-in-law so I came to know only one grandfather, and never questioned your non-existence. Shortly before my father died, I learned of you. Curiosity is a queer thing, indeed. Quietly I have harbored only thoughts of you, not loving thoughts, but what you left behind in your heritage of genes that persevere and allow, no, force me to wonder at the running away of my own progeny. Let’s take heritage into consideration, then. Gathering from one remaining male member of those you left behind, or so his story goes, without heartbreak, briefly, one night, after dinner, you markedly left the table, took a lamplight, hung it on the front of your truck and followed the beam of firefly’s light into oblivion. Strange, how we blame kids today for doing bizarre acts, and talk openly of their disappointments to the rest of us… Stranger still, how disappointments of the past were hidden in family boxes of Pandora nature and acts like yours, never discussed, though silently cussed. One of your sons followed your lead – to shame? the eleven that remained? They raised wonderful sons and daughters, and the one son that did not have children, loved us all. So curious am I that your genes were strong enough to discontent some of your grandchildren’s children’s children. Seemingly, your wife's genetic character was a little stronger. Shall I surmise, then, that the whole picture before you was even less of a consideration than what you had left behind? [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 04-19-2001).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
and followed the beam of firefly’s light into oblivion. you left me with one big sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh and thinking how many times others have been hurt by those who go off into oblivion... ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--it is interesting to ponder how one act so long ago can change the lives of so many...off into the lamplight of oblivion, I think not...for he found his way to you. |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
""you were ostensibly a non man for he spoke not of you, not even to his wife, who apparently believed you dead and in that way of things not spoken, he idolized his father-in-law so I came to know only one grandfather,"" Wonderful piece, Sunshine...one of my favorites that I have read of yours...Embers Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. [This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 04-19-2001).] |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
It is too bad that you chose not to stick around to see your fruits drop and scatter, some staying, growing roots, bounding with tradition, others, rolling a bit beyond the fall of your rejection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Powerful beginning and an even more powerful finish. AUTHOR! Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
WHOA and DAMN ... and into my library this goes very powerful and intense writing K, gave me chills..... whats that old saying... "for the sins of the fathers .. the children shall pay" ... I love your imperfections ... I love your everything ... |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Incredible! Such feeling, Karilea. Michael Proust- |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Superbly and tenderly written. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
I guess some  children were old enough to look after Mum & he was tired of  producing them. Maybe  he left them finacially able  . If he has found a shop that sells headlights I guess the man drove  to the right first stop.  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is powerful and poignant and wonderful, Sunshine... well done! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
What a powerfully done story Sunshine, and what a wonderful man. I have saved this in the "Sunshine Hall of Fame", yes there is one for you, he he. This was absolutely fantastic writing. To see real beauty ~ look with your heart |
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