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Photographs Surrendered

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SpitFire
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0 posted 11-18-2001 06:43 PM       View Profile for SpitFire   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for SpitFire

Pasting pastel photographs along a hallway wall will never save.
Each print entices nothing but the nonsense of today for me.
I find it that way, so hard to be so simple. Again.
Silence grinds itís way through chemicals,
right there into the frail center of it all.
And just when I thought I could swing,
for an hour in an afternoon -
somewhere in a field where sun spoke soft, I fell.  
It's glow warming my exterior, though I knew it not be true,
it rarely is, especially now.
I wonder if each motion I go through could somehow be fluid pushing,
or electromagnetic fields guiding me instead.

Oh I can tell a story on the subway,
convince a crowd around, the day is done. What sun?
There is no waiting at the next stop,
there is no garbage on the floor -
so I hear, across the rattle of the cages lined inside.
Pastel only nauseates the ones who know, you know.
How sickening to sell yourself on the idea that it was truth,
each frame encasing something I once tried to believe,
almost, to live enough to see, but not me, today.
Swinging only stirs what I will lose,
and Iím an ache away from landing here,
cold against the hardwood,
among a row of photographs, surrendered.

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Startime
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1 posted 11-18-2001 07:18 PM       View Profile for Startime   Email Startime   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Startime's Home Page   View IP for Startime

WOW!!!Powerful feelings in this poem. Almost like you are lost among a crowd. Amazing writing.  

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

Martie
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2 posted 11-18-2001 07:28 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

"and Iím an ache away from landing here,
cold against the hardwood,
among a row of photographs, surrendered"

Spitfire...as always you pull me into the swirl of your feeling.  You are a good writer!
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3 posted 11-18-2001 07:35 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Forgive me for not paying enough attention to your work. Wow! This is brilliant writing! I could write a book about all the things you say here...but you have done it all in a wonderfully poetic way. This is very impressive, poetess! :thimbsup:
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4 posted 11-19-2001 08:18 AM       View Profile for catalinamoon   Email catalinamoon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit catalinamoon's Home Page   View IP for catalinamoon

Oh, you said a lot here, andmot of it seems s0 sad.
"each frame encasing something I once tried to believe,
almost, to live enough to see, but not me, today"
That particularly affected me.
Peaace
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enjoy
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6 posted 11-19-2001 10:47 AM       View Profile for RSWells   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RSWells

Are the soft and subtle shades of pastel of such abhorrence that one would not want to be so remembered? I prefer you a tintype (tin'tip') n. A positive photograph made on a sensitized sheet of enameled tin or iron. I don't know that there is fodder for a book here but you do intrigue and your photo adds to the mystery. Enjoyed

"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb

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7 posted 11-19-2001 01:26 PM       View Profile for peaches73533   Email peaches73533   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for peaches73533

Such powerful words.
Peaches
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8 posted 11-19-2001 01:32 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

Paletting all the colors, then softening the hue, knowing that black and white are easier for you to see the where and how of you. And somewhere in all this is the truth, the reality.
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9 posted 11-19-2001 08:58 PM       View Profile for Lone Wolf   Email Lone Wolf   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lone Wolf

Once again, my friend you amaze me with the reality and depth of your poetry.  Hope all is well with you.  (((hugs)))

LW

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by the grace of God.
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10 posted 11-19-2001 09:47 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

a photograph yet undeveloped. . .

well done. . .

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

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11 posted 11-19-2001 10:20 PM       View Profile for PoeticLicense   Email PoeticLicense   Edit/Delete Message     View IP for PoeticLicense

I feel as though I looked into, and through, your soul, incredible!!

PL
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12 posted 12-06-2001 03:54 PM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

Swinging only stirs what I will lose,
and Iím an ache away from landing here,
cold against the hardwood,
among a row of photographs, surrendered.


You always capture me, oh hell... I see you and I come a runnin.


fantastic as always hon  

Maree
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13 posted 12-07-2001 04:51 PM       View Profile for mirror man   Email mirror man   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for mirror man

This is excellent.  Very good.
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14 posted 08-04-2004 07:58 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Pastel only nauseates the ones who know, you know.
How sickening to sell yourself on the idea that it was truth,
each frame encasing something I once tried to believe,
almost, to live enough to see, but not me, today.
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*shaking me head saying wow*
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