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RSWells
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0 posted 2002-07-13 08:32 AM



Mostly it's horrid prismatic,
spectral in vivid color,
revenant, pain's portrait
in relived daydreams.

While visions of hope,
night dreams of Love's hope
still come in black and white.

In Technicolor we are
back at Harrod's,
the massive fanned display
of North Sea fish
whose icy backdrop
in symmetrical swim
yet offer eyes quite dead,
and they and I'd
not have our wish.

Once caught
you no longer wanted me,
but would not throw me back.
Instead I'd rot,
but slowly while
I lay upon your ice.

Your Grandma died,
unlike Gorgons no siblings,
no cousins, uncles, aunts.
You never cried
nor to her grave did bother,
I looked at you askance.

My night of doubled pain
you chased me from our bed
"get over it" you said.
Ashen and infirm
alone, a clutch'd hour in rush hour.
Appendix nearly burst,
three days you never showed
and this was not the worst.

Two tortuous affairs
up in my face,
the public noose so loose
I hung for months disgraced
taut and twisting wound the rope,
the taunted lynching unwheeled
the linch pinned sanity.
I blamed your booze and dope,
in truth it was your vanity.

Your playmates paid a price
a vengence done in haste
consumed me in it's fire,
your dead wood heart a liar.
Pinnocchio's a thesbian
whose audience were all we
knew and too, the police.
So three months did I waste
with bail too high for jail's release.

Children's correspondence course,
dim days dark nights too slow
(how could you slink so low?)
You and the last one spent my dough.
There served up papers for divorce
you even now estrange remorse.

But time (and rhyme)
proceed and I'm a better man
and with each tick
the bitter lunatic's an also ran.

I find that Love's Perseus's knife
that now beheads you with a slice
altering to color's scheme,
adding hope to tired dreams.

For from the snake head's
cleaven throat and frozen glare
and from the ice queen's
bleeding throat arose to air
a white and wing'd Pegasus
and it is this,
yes it is this that shows
that hope's a night in color's care
and not a mourn but morning
where
soon will be a rebirth
in warm Love's embrace
and e'er will be erased that awful face
by one whose grace
forever in a crystal place
in peaceful hues I'll be embraced.

"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb

© Copyright 2002 Richard S. Wells jr. - All Rights Reserved
Seymour Tabin
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1 posted 2002-07-13 08:40 AM


RSWells
You have used a full palatte and painted a wonderful picture. Although I walk away both sad and glad it was a beautiful read.

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2 posted 2002-07-13 08:40 AM



"in truth it was your vanity."

I have often attempted to write of the bitter, but I always fail.  I leave it to others, such as you, who know how to place every step in the hallways of remember, but the grieve, I feel the grieve, and I thank you for sharing...always.

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3 posted 2002-07-13 08:42 AM


MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm, very deep, as is your wont.    Many of us have been there too, but - we recover in time, and the wounds heal.   A really nice write dear friend.
Kind thoughts,
John

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4 posted 2002-07-13 08:44 AM


to hell with medusa...I'd just like to rock your head a bit (gently, of course)

a very painful journey of a read. I can only imagine the pain of writing it.

RSWells
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5 posted 2002-07-13 11:37 AM


Thank you. We all know pain but this was liberating 50 months after the divorce. In particular with hoped for two way Love on the horizon. We are where we've been. We forget that Icarus was young, rash and inexperienced while his father Daedalus was wise and experienced and so he flew and survived while the youth fell to the sea. Some things take time.

"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb

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6 posted 2002-07-13 02:31 PM


It's over - here's to new beginnings, and yes we are where we have been, and perhaps are smart enough to never go there again?  Great write Richard on such a sad person, and a sad topic.  


Nothing means more to me than faith,
family and my friends.

     Howdy from Canada

the_loner_23
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7 posted 2002-07-13 02:32 PM


Great write. But I agree it is a sad topic.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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8 posted 2002-07-14 10:02 AM


Never meager...never.. Extrememly fascinating even when in the throes of ones living nightmares. We wake..and we walk barefooted down the gravel road of knowing..
Glad to see you always.

Sincerely,
Reg

[This message has been edited by rwood (07-14-2002 11:58 AM).]

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