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RSWells
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0 posted 2001-09-06 11:52 PM



I told the shrink everything.
No time for pregnant pauses
which pass for reflection
and not wanting the story dangling
at less than subtle watch peek time.
I gave her the Readers Digest version.

I told her how jealous I am when
seeing two men leaning on trucks
in eased and idle conversation in
parking lots on the sides of roads,
while I always in a hurry.

I told her how over the years
I've had the urge to slap mostly
older men who, because of their station
of either authority or age engaged
me in pointless chatter which
led nowhere.

I didn't tell her how I finish
people's senteneces,
how my loneliness howls unheard
outside my depth in which it's echo
resounds as surely as the growls
of a pending volcano,
or grates the profound roar
of deeply buried plates
whose waring preceeds an earthquake.

I didn't tell her of the dark slick
walls of deceit and fear
which keep me trapped
or how I tire of battling
on several fronts
while maintaining the appearance
of dignified calm.

She didn't get to hear my sadness
in realizing I'll never know the calm
peace of a porched rocking chair
in pleasant temperatures with a view
of lake, mountain and or ocean,
or how I Love and hate all men.

But I'll bet she knew.

© Copyright 2001 Richard S. Wells jr. - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2001-09-07 12:03 PM


VERY cleverly thought out and presented, sir. Powerful and filled with brilliant images...."watch peek time"....excellent!  
Duncan
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2 posted 2001-09-07 12:23 PM


I didn't tell her of the dark slick
walls of deceit and fear
which keep me trapped
or how I tire of battling
on several fronts
while maintaining the appearance
of dignified calm.

Liked this verse especially.  I used to see a therapist, until I realized I could talk to my dog for free...and he doesn't own a watch.  lol  Great write.

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3 posted 2001-09-07 12:27 PM


I didn't tell her how I finish
people's senteneces,
how my loneliness howls unheard
outside my depth in which it's echo
resounds as surely as the growls
of a pending volcano,
or grates the profound roar
of deeply buried plates
whose waring preceeds an earthquake.

I didn't tell her of the dark slick
walls of deceit and fear
which keep me trapped
or how I tire of battling
on several fronts
while maintaining the appearance
of dignified calm.
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I knew "this time" was going to evoke amazing poetry
I knew it would probably leave me at a loss for words...
I was right on both accounts ...........

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4 posted 2001-09-07 08:24 AM


Ah.... very impressive work... truly a pleasure to read and ponder. The usual powerful images mixed to deliver a message that is easily taken as personal by the reader... good stuff man... good stuff
catalinamoon
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5 posted 2001-09-07 06:44 PM


"I didn't tell her how I finish
people's senteneces,
how my loneliness howls unheard
outside my depth in which it's echo
resounds as surely as the growls
of a pending volcano,
or grates the profound roar
of deeply buried plates
whose waring preceeds an earthquake."

This is the best definition of lonliness I think I have ever heard.

Sandra


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6 posted 2001-09-08 02:43 AM


Excellent poetry and images in this piece Richard.  I am sure she did know all that was unspoken as do perhaps others; they are called "friends"!  Lonliness is an empty place when you see a glass as half empty instead of half full.  Here's to cool temperatures, rocking chairs, porches, mountains, and ocean breezes.  

*~If you can't say anything nice about someone, don't say anything at all*~
~* My Gramma, Mom and me *~

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