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Heartaches Of Yesterday
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Heartaches Of Yesterday |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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She appeared suddenly from a lonely river somewhere out of a faceless stream She was travelled sage and street wisdom her eyes lacking mercy's gleam Over cobblestones of time she sought peace taking roads to places where direction hides and where silky satin gowns once full flowed in reflections of a happy time She was borrowed time passing the elusive song of sadness hidden in a gentle rain the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday She landed softly on my cushioned eyesight a lost angel searching for my kind regards She stood tall beside my garden wall with a soul that reached far beyond her heart Through the strains of yesteryear she bent my mind And in her laugh of question she surfed insight waves while she exposed her thoughts of a space afar since her visions had turned to mad decay. She spoke of tender love and children fair of bedtime stories and Dr Zeus when she heard her young son's laugh and daughter's sigh and shared passion with her man and taught the golden rule She'd been wandering since a fire in 83 looking for answers to the rising of a blue moon where her dreams were consumed in a cruel storm and when her heart closed all it's rooms. She was borrowed time passing the elusive song of sadness hidden in a gentle rain the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday She left me in a state of worried wonder an empty place where questions still remain and I can't help but wish her a tender closing everytime I hear her voice in a gentle rain. Somewhere upon a mountain of forgiveness there's a truth I can't seem to uncover from the comfort of my easy chair knowing her heart was lost to crushing pain I think humbled thoughts much more aware She was borrowed time passing the elusive song of sadness hidden in a gentle rain the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday [This message has been edited by ethome (07-15-2002 04:43 AM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
ethome, sounds like you're gonna carry this one around with you for quite awhile. This memory (if it is one) seems quite unshakable. I love the bittersweet. ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do...provided it's done in private and you wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
so beautiful E... She was borrowed time passing the elusive song of sadness hidden in a gentle rain the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday She landed softly on my cushioned eyesight I almost thought your were writing about me but I know I never landed before your eyes  ~softsmiles~ M |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ Such a lovely 'weeping' song~ It cries the song of personal familiarity~ You're so talented ... keep it up, my friend~ Love n' hugs~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
agree with nakedthoughts that stanza couldn't be written better liked the rest too... BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks wranx, Maureen and Marge, so glad you could drop in to read this. Best regards to all of you! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Brian you snuck in on me there....Thanks for the comment, much appreciated! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Eric, this is sooooooo sadly beautiful, sweet friend, I know these kind of feelings ever so well and my heart goes out to those who share her heartache and I pray once again the spirit of the child in them can laugh and smile again with loving care! (sigh) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Noah....I always appreciate your enthusiastic thoughts! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sometimes the blues are all that's left to do... it's just a soul song wailing about a long shot, failing. Sometimes there's nothing left to do but feel the pain and sing the blues. (sorry about that "e"--wish I knew a guy who could play some "slide" for me )This is another beauty... When you gonna send me that demo, eh? |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Celeste you're right.......Sometimes that's all there is left to do.....Love ya kid! |
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mycafe Senior Member
since 2002-05-23
Posts 584 |
a very beautiful sad song... mycafe Keep counting your blessings |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks so much mycafe! |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
An ethereal quality, haunting... |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Ya know .......... I am thinkin' it is about time I get a tape of all your songs like this. Hmmmmmmmm, do ya do tours. LOL Seriously Eric, this just screams "Blues" right off the page and I gotta tell ya, I am loving where you have taken your creations to. Your pen always shone in a light of it's own that was always magnificant but now it is burning a hue of exceptional. Superbly done and a keeper for sure. Oh, and about that tape.........I WASN'T kiddin'. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She appeared suddenly from a lonely river somewhere out of a faceless stream She was travelled sage and street wisdom her eyes lacking mercy's gleam Over cobblestones of time she sought peace taking roads to places where direction hides and where silky satin gowns once full flowed in reflections of a happy time She was borrowed time passing the elusive song of sadness hidden in a gentle rain the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday She landed softly on my cushioned eyesight a lost angel searching for my kind regards She stood tall beside my garden wall with a soul that reached far beyond her heart Through the strains of yesteryear she bent my mind And in her laugh of question she surfed insight waves while she exposed her thoughts of a space afar since her visions had turned to mad decay. ================================ oh baby!!!  E-this is a perfect example of what made me love your poetry back on first read...this is classic Ethome...the bittersweet...the blues..the poetic ballad kissed with cadence, harmony ...the choruses of pure poetry and melodics...your gift for touching each write with a tender edge of longing...and the connections made with someone no matter how brief the contact. This is a beautiful, soulful write Eric... very well done...I do so enjoy when you take the inspire higher!! We've talked about "Gords Gold"...this is one for Eric's Exceptional collection. Waay cool my Poetpal...you are way cool Now for me some words come easy |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
man Ethome, the blues aint never been sung like this before! This is incredible... ok so I'm greedy, I want a copy of this when it gets published and all that stuff! Wonderful write friend... Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eric "Somewhere upon a mountain of forgiveness there's a truth I can't seem to uncover from the comfort of my easy chair knowing her heart was lost to crushing pain I think humbled thoughts much more aware" The feeling behind it, the perfect captured words, the shade of blue...great writing, my friend! |
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cherrypoptart Member
since 2002-06-09
Posts 109state of wordthiness |
Way too cool! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
This is splendid writing... such a unique one... had to be you to write it ET, my friend... Regards, sudhir |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
She landed softly on my cushioned eyesight a lost angel searching for my kind regards She stood tall beside my garden wall with a soul that reached far beyond her heart Through the strains of yesteryear she bent my mind And in her laugh of question she surfed insight waves while she exposed her thoughts of a space afar since her visions had turned to mad decay. ============================ Oh man, am I glad that I found this beauty again. Some write without understanding, some understand without writing......you understand, you write, and THEN you share your vision in beauties like this. It is no wonder your name is sought out in here. I am always amazed at how you take each one of your posts and consistantly sing them so flawlessly. Must be a golden guitar you lap between your arms. Excellent!!!! [This message has been edited by Mark Bohannan (07-20-2002 02:47 PM).] |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
the reason why the blues happen in the heartaches of yesterday A message to all with a torn up past And a wonder at life in the words you cast I've seen your responses but have not caught your great abilty to express before. Fine job!! kayjay Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I was reminded when reading this, how 'storms' come along and sometimes leave us breathless..... Lauren~ The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
She landed softly on my cushioned eyesight a lost angel searching for my kind regards I love this...absolutely and completely love this one, Eric... I think that your remarkable talent has no limits, and your writing inspires me.  ~ hugs from an admiring chipmunkLyra |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This is just heartbreaking. Sandra |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
you take us deep inside with this one!! so many emotions - so many thoughts - someone said bettersweet and I think that is a good description - thanks for a great poem - Paul |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A haunting tenderness to this, Ethome. Very lovely. Cor |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Undeniably superb, this is... I can't remember the last time I read anything I loved this much. It is truly outstanding. I wish I could hear it sung. I know it would be simply fabulous! ...and her crown was formed by the ice in her eyes |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
E babes, how remarkable is your pen in pain, this was heart ahcing and sad but so, so deep and flowing. IWIHWT Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I want to thank everyone! Your comments and kind thoughts fill my heart with respect for each and every one of you! I must make mention of my perception of this craft.... However, poetry is language to experiment with, freed from the restraints of general customs of syntax, where speech or writing is evaluated according to its conformity to grammatical rules. Poetry provides a place where you can more easily access that part of the brain where creative consciousness awaits. With that in mind the poet can experiment with thoughts and images, such as the way you view a room, landscape, glass of water or bowl of fruit etc. Much the same as the visual artist would capture the moment on canvas. If a person uses this desire and ability to change the way they see or do something it tends to change their perspective with a more independent view of all possibilities. As we grow older it seems,if we let it happen, that we become more habitual in the way we see or do something and we tend to lose the freshness of our perspective. Poetry becomes the vehicle for breaking away from the confines of conventional language, a way to let go of the grip of logic and enter the world of ecstatic creativity. The need to explore fully and honestly these avenues, never leaves the mind of the poetic thinker, seeking to develop his own poetics, his sense of what he's trying to do with language, and why. In this group I rest my heart as a down to earth but striving to be tender poet and lover of the craft as I see it unfold before me..... Thanks again! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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