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SpitFire
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0 posted 2001-09-22 06:29 PM


I wrote love along the hallway walls, I wrote sadness on the street.
If I could photograph your silence, I’d capture the movement in frames.

Can you imagine words alone holding my skin together inside of what’s left?

There is a dimness that remains above, there is contrast across my face.
I count the floor boards by twos and watch them swell at my dismay.

If you’d notice the milk glass bowls collecting, instead of forcing blindness in the way,
maybe the blood red secrets would soak through the paper lining the way to the end.
Maybe the fear would calm, maybe the feet inside my heart would still.

Can you imagine words alone, draining yesterday onto stationary too pretty to hold?

I wrote a song at midnight for your loss, I held the stars together with fingers and twine.
Perhaps the whispers gathering up in piles could trip your experience to the right,
possibly lead your tomorrows into nothing.

I hoped your eyes would get caught in the hallway, or tangled in the street,
at least that way they’d absorb the love and sadness in it’s rawness,
...and the piece of me that hid there.


© Copyright 2001 SpitFire - All Rights Reserved
Janet Marie
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1 posted 2001-09-22 07:32 PM


Can you imagine words alone holding my skin together inside of what’s left?

There is a dimness that remains above, there is contrast across my face.
I count the floor boards by twos and watch them swell at my dismay.

If you’d notice the milk glass bowls collecting, instead of forcing blindness in the way,
maybe the blood red secrets would soak through the paper lining the way to the end.
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Can you imagine words alone, draining yesterday onto stationary too pretty to hold?

I wrote a song at midnight for your loss, I held the stars together with fingers and twine.
===================================
I hoped your eyes would get caught in the hallway, or tangled in the street,
at least that way they’d absorb the love and sadness in it’s rawness,
...and the piece of me that hid there.

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"Can you imagine words alone holding my skin together inside of what’s left?"


Only an exceptional poet's mind could come up with something like this...
we measure so much by our need and love of words........
amazing imagery...intense emote ..
if only the ones who matter most would share our poetry....
how well I know.
Good to find your name here A....
take care sweet poetess of the porch
jm

Well tomorrow holds only mystery
And who's to say what might be
But in you I found a love so strong
The sun and the moon looked on in jealousy

SEA
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with you
2 posted 2001-09-22 07:34 PM


wow, this is amazing, I can't pick one favorite line, because every one is filled with emotion....and I love them all. this is so amazing  hugs to you  
SmittenKitten
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3 posted 2001-09-22 07:35 PM


"Maybe the fear would calm, maybe the feet inside my heart would still."


Wow...what a great line!  I'd pick them all out and say the same but this one I *really* liked  

Hugs and such,
~Krista  

"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you.
And all you can do is to go where they can find you."
~Winnie the Pooh

Corinne
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state of confusion
4 posted 2001-09-22 07:43 PM


How poingant this is! It's great to read your work again.

Corinne

EagleOne
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Between a laugh and a tear...
5 posted 2001-09-22 08:00 PM


I doubt I shall ever tire of reading your amazing work my friend, excellent! Take care!

"Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am." ~ Van Morrison


serenity blaze
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6 posted 2001-09-22 10:19 PM


Once again I read your work and am left so jealous...and convinced I will never write again. It's all so INTIMATE...as it SHOULD be, was it you that I talked about how I love to take walks at night, how you can hears the "elders of time" whisper wisdom then? That's what reading your poetry is like. A peaceful walk through the night.


Hugs you, miss you much, and hope all is well with you.

Marge Tindal
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7 posted 2001-09-23 05:28 AM


SpitFire~

'Can you imagine words alone, draining yesterday onto stationary too pretty to hold?'

I like this thought so much~
Thank you for dropping in and sharing~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                                   noles1@totcon.com            

catalinamoon
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The Shores of Alone
8 posted 2001-09-23 10:17 AM


Oh My, another stunning write from you. So happy to read more of your work, though you sound terribly sad here. All ok?
Sandra

vlraynes
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Somewhere... out there...
9 posted 2001-09-28 10:15 PM



Spitfire-
   I really enjoyed these thoughts.
   Wonderfully done.
   Hugs,
   ~Vicky


"...until you have read the verse on his heart,
you have not truly met the poet.
~vlraynes

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Gaia
10 posted 2001-09-28 10:43 PM


Your words reveal a heart of amazing raw honesty and sensitivity.

"I hoped your eyes would get caught in the hallway, or tangled in the street,
at least that way they’d absorb the love and sadness in it’s rawness,
...and the piece of me that hid there."


Sven
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11 posted 2001-09-29 11:13 AM


I have to agree with serenity here. . . your work just amazes me. . . every time I read it. . . I'm convinced that I have a long way to go. . .

such warmth, such emotion. . . you're so in touch with yourself. . . and it shows. . .

indeed, it's good to see you here again. . .and I hope that all is well in your world. . .  

-------------------------------------------------------

To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Lone Wolf
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12 posted 2001-09-29 07:47 PM


Very profound and deep write, A.  I've always thought you wrote on a different level than most of us do.  This is intruiging with haunting images.  Very well done.  Hope all is well with you.  Talk soon, ok?  ((hug)) J.

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

snowpants
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13 posted 2001-09-29 09:12 PM


'I wrote a song at midnight for your loss, I held the stars together with fingers and twine.
Perhaps the whispers gathering up in piles could trip your experience to the right,
possibly lead your tomorrows into nothing.'

Extremely brilliant use of the English language, SpitFire...I know when I click into one of your posts that I will be reading some seriously intense poetry, and this is no exception...excellent images and emotions...I like this a lot!

sp  

tried to write a letter
to tell you how I feel,
but all I kept on writing
was slipping on the tears from the day...

Dark Angel
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14 posted 2001-09-30 12:36 PM


Can you imagine words alone holding my skin together inside of what’s left?
-------
There is a dimness that remains above, there is contrast across my face.
-------
If you’d notice the milk glass bowls collecting, instead of forcing blindness in the way,
maybe the blood red secrets would soak through the paper lining the way to the end.
Maybe the fear would calm, maybe the feet inside my heart would still.
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Can you imagine words alone, draining yesterday onto stationary too pretty to hold?

-----
I wrote a song at midnight for your loss, I held the stars together with fingers and twine.
-----
I hoped your eyes would get caught in the hallway, or tangled in the street,
at least that way they’d absorb the love and sadness in it’s rawness,
...and the piece of me that hid there.



Alicia, you're writing is always so intense and it always moves me, leaving me to feel light-headed and with a hunger to write like you. You are an incredible poet m'dear friend. Totally incredible!

Hugs

Maree  

SpitFire
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15 posted 2001-10-03 10:08 AM


~Here to thank you wonderful poets for reading and leaving me something in return.
Each of your comments are considered gifts, and cherished carefully. You have said such things that fill me, in a way, none other can. A few of you are far too generous in your descriptives I'm sure.   . *Peace and thank you, so much.

Janet Marie
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16 posted 2004-08-04 07:50 AM


Can you imagine words alone, draining yesterday onto stationary too pretty to hold?

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your "words alone" are amazing.

Susan Caldwell
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17 posted 2004-08-04 08:22 AM


Write like this?? Hell, I just want to think like this!!!

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

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