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And From My Past
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And From My Past |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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And From My Past I rise into memory, always these eyes tired of thought. The brightness of the morning stinging of know, loneliness returning to shadow the day. I glimpse you into being, worship the warmth that from my past of yesterdays, drives the force in me today, my heart beating slowly, waiting, wondering if wishes do come true. I watch for words, listen for sounds and from my past, journey to a touch that often cannot be described, one that strips me of this shell hardened from a fall, softened only by your lips. A caress that spreads, navigating its way sometimes overwhelming, defeating my fears submerging me in a pleasure that secrets itself from others. I think about love and remember its want, the newness of, its need to change, growing deeper as we age, the moments of the past attacking the strength that built a life and wonder if it was ever real, and why does the inner me wish for it again, to hold it in my hand, to taste its touch on waiting lips, to hear its song whispered in my ear. Isn't it enough just to know that I can feel and from my past, that these memories were real? M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." (Will Moss) [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (12-28-2002 09:34 AM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Need I say more... Splendid...well done.. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi nakdthoughts, So very nice to be reading your poetry, a lot of feeling in this one very nice indeed. I hope all is well with you. Love Cerenity |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
and wonder if it was ever real, and why does the inner me wish for it again, to hold it in my hand, to taste its touch on waiting lips, to hear its song whispered in my ear. I think that the longing, the wishing and wanting is something that everyone feels at some point of time in their life....and you write this so very well. This tugs M. Well done. |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Maureen, memories are sometimes what keeps us going, don't you think? Thanks for sharing your poetry with us.  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Maureen, It's all part of what is and you are doing very well. Good write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sometimes it's strange, like a dream, the past...*pondering* |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Barry, thank you, sometimes I think the poetry is slowly phasing out of my life...like maybe this was a temporary need. Cerenity, been a long time since I have seen your name here. hugsssss I hope all is well with you too..I am getting by, and for now that is enough.  Donna, thanks for your comments..and I am still searching for that poem...it may be on the other computer Ethel, sometimes memories haunt... Sy, I appreciate you always Dixie, more like a nightmare at times *s hugs M |
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