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serenity blaze
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0 posted 10-19-2003 04:08 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

silver curling
shimmer gray
turning twice
upon itself
I stood there
at age of five
breathing heavy smudge...

wishing for
myself away
a shaman at the age of six
bending smoke to suit my will
wafting from the clay
I spoke
and formed a mask of distances.

I loved to try to capture it.
I understood it was his breath.
It had form and understand--
my tiny hand would try
to clutch
as smoke would disappear.

He never worried me away.
My fingers learned to dance this way--
like the cobra--basket free--
spinning carpals
"watch me, Dad"
hear me
gripping lobes
I speak--

seven...voices

clap and sing.


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Susan Caldwell
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1 posted 10-19-2003 08:49 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

"He never worried me away"

I loved that.  

Brings back so many memories...

"if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you"
~Dido~

Janet Marie
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2 posted 10-20-2003 10:44 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

I loved to try to capture it.
I understood it was his breath.
It had form and understand--
my tiny hand would try
to clutch
as smoke would disappear.

He never worried me away.
My fingers learned to dance this way--
like the cobra--basket free--

=============================


I read this one late lastnight before going to bed...left the forums with a smile and thoughts of you.

This one begs to be one of your amazing prose pieces me twin.

"I've still got sand in my shoes
and I can't shake the thought of you ...
I wanna see you again."

Dido

Susan Caldwell
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3 posted 10-20-2003 11:33 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

Hey JM~ Just saw your sig...don't you love the CD?

"if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best that I would love to do for you"
~Dido~

Janet Marie
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4 posted 10-20-2003 12:01 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Hey Susan... yep..its become somewhat of an anthem in this house...both my son and daughter play it constantly. lol

Heres all the lyrics.
http://www.lyred.com/lyrics/Dido/Life+For+Rent/

"I've still got sand in my shoes
and I can't shake the thought of you ...
I wanna see you again."

Dido

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5 posted 10-20-2003 12:49 PM       View Profile for Local Parasite   Email Local Parasite   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Local Parasite's Home Page   View IP for Local Parasite

What a sad, powerful image... a child who doesn't understand smoking, drinking, just associates them with her father, and celebrates them as being something wonderful and magical.  The innocence of childhood manifest defiantly against the brutality of fact.  I'm glad that at least some of us can remember how wonderful it was not to know.

You and your wonderful poetry, Karen... what ever shall we do.  

See you in an anthology in the distant future.
Bri

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
~~~Emily Dickinson

serenity blaze
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6 posted 10-20-2003 02:43 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Thank you.

And LP? you always see right on through too...I was thinking the other night while I was sitting here wheezing how I've always loved smoke. I would stand over my Dad's ashtray--and the sad fact that my Dad died of lung cancer is not beyond me either.

and OH. I did get your offlines too, but yahoo has been acting up for me too. Methinks I am about to shoot the messenger.

Love to all--I'll shaddup and go read a bit.

bsquirrel
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7 posted 10-20-2003 04:27 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

*slow, appreciative whistle*

*deep drag*

*slow, billowy exhale*

*hacking cough/nosebleed*
 
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