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crossing the Mississippi

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serenity blaze
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0 posted 10-21-2002 05:07 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for serenity blaze

I call the streetcar, "trolley."
I dunno why, just always did.
It's not a term that spanks of home--
another quirk of me, I guess.

I've always been a "city girl"--
I felt the quickening of heart
riding on the city bus
daddy's hand across the bridge...

He took me to the window--
as we passed the riverview--

"Just think!" he said excitedly.
"There was a day when you and me
would have spent an hour's cross--"
and even then I lived the past.

*    *    *

This river she has etched a wreck
I wonder does he see it now?
I traced the mud upon her banks--
watched her waves in reverie.
I played among the grasses tall
when Autumn blessed the tide--
recede..
once I even tasted it--
so sure was I--I would not bleed--
to death...

*    *    *

"We have crossed the Mississippi!"
My daddy hugged me--crushing me.
I looked into his eyes and wished
that forever could be NOW...

It might as well been Paris.
It should've been the ides of Rome.
My little hand in clasp of his--
daddy brought me home...

this place that only sees the dawn--
only time I feel the calm
watching sun
make storms undone--
and watch it happen all again.

[This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-21-2002 06:10 AM).]

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vlraynes
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Somewhere... out there...


1 posted 10-21-2002 05:36 AM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


That's because it IS a 'trolley'.  

Karen...I am much to tired to come up with a
coherent reply that would do justice to this piece.
Just know that this touched me deeply, and
it brought back memories of me and my daddy
when I was a child.  
Thanks for sharing it.
Big HUGS,
~Vicky


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

[This message has been edited by vlraynes (10-21-2002 05:39 AM).]

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2 posted 10-21-2002 06:32 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

The middle poem, the seed;
the beginning and end,
the greening shoots?

Loved this, Sen.

I was asleep when,
on my dad's and my road trip to Calif.,
we crossed the Missouri.

Oops...

(upon waking, I asked him what it was like
"a lot of water," he replied)
serenity blaze
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3 posted 10-21-2002 08:39 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

thanks for reading...and thanks MIkEY for noticing the construct of the poem...

The Greater New Orleans Bridge is constructed thus...you ride upward...then? there is the middle with a grating there that changes the rhythm of the wheels...just as you cross over the river...then of course, there's the other side.

I was just "playing" with word and thought, and didn't really think anyone would get it--grin--should've known better!

Thanks you two!
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Listening to every heart


4 posted 11-02-2002 08:52 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


The way I was brought up?  Not to use certain words?  However, my mother said that if I were clever, I'd figure out a way...

the dam of this just broke!

This flies....
 
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