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Honeybee
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since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

0 posted 2003-01-04 11:17 PM

Lacerated Leaves

Let my beginning commence stereotypical
and my heart-eye open of sight born, blind,
that I am merely a paper puppet, snipped and shaped of half-dreamed dreams
in a row of replicas, perfectly aligned, though individually misshapen.

The curtain draws aside and we all swing synchronized
as playful stimulants in amusement’s agony,
though if I concentrate long enough,
my cardboard construction feels like skin
and I am able to break free
from the other beautiful paper people,
of whom I will never be,
for, you see, my corner was cut from recycled cloth
and taped on the end, a regurgitated shape to satisfy the moment.

I am scissored solitude, limp existence,
and have no one, but, my own denial to keep me
in all their mute mockery and simpleton stance,
and, I, alone, am paper weight heavy
with not the chance to dance.

The creator’s liquid sighs fill the air with tears
and her carved red mache heart is laid to tease beside me,
tinting my white with it’s sardonic shadow.
I am good intentions
and good intentions make not a life
attaching the strings to sorrow that I must fight
and everybody knows that mundane muscles have not the strength.

I run and I run and I run, yet, legs dare not move
as they are thin and too easily torn when the creator’s boredom sets in,
though we are all spared from the trash for now,
salvation denied for another day.
I don’t want to die,
I just don’t want to live.
If only emotion was easily torn too.

Light penetrates the glass bead window
and breaks in my virginal view;
at last, there is hope,
but, the wind blows angry my limbs apart
and the sun frays the edges in burn
of false smiles and lashes
falling like leaves to blister the ground.

Then again, how cliché the words of my master’s pen,
though I’m certain you foresaw the inevitable,
yet, failed to realize that I am she.

Yes, even I am the creator’s mistake,
and, He, a careless and cruel marionette.

By Melissa P. Long-Monette

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2003-01-05 12:14 PM

I Love the way you write Melissa.
You are so much more than a piece of tape on the end, your pen is your proof so please don't ever let go of it!!!

I understand this and I thank you for it...
Like you said,

"we all swing synchronized"

Sandpiper
Senior Member

since 2002-06-15

Posts 738
land of flora and fauna

2 posted 2003-01-05 06:06 AM

excellent depth within the layers of your words--an extraordinary write, enjoyed!!

"And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul."
Pablo Neruda

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-01-05 07:40 AM

I've missed your writing, Melybee...
Welcome home!

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

4 posted 2003-01-05 11:44 AM

Melissa, this is a really good poem, and very thought-provoking. I really enjoyed it...

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

5 posted 2003-01-05 11:53 AM

Melissa

So many layers and depth in this...and very well done, the inner rhyme and thythm great, to read was my pleasure, though I could feel the pain of some of your words. A deep read. Good to read you!

hannah44
Junior Member

since 2003-01-05

Posts 11

6 posted 2003-01-05 11:56 AM

"merely a paper puppet, snipped and shaped of half-dreamed dreams"
so many times i feel like this. i relate whole heartedly.

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

7 posted 2003-01-05 12:01 PM

Melissa,
A beautiful painting but I cannot see the symbol for the symbols. A masterly digress
but the sky cannot pierce the trees. And the intensity is fercious. Your busting at the seams. But I love you. LOL

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

8 posted 2003-01-05 03:06 PM

(big hugggsssssssss) Oh Melissa, I know, I know, and how cold it can feel to be cut by the scissors of remission as I believe we can all have a day where we can be recycled and be planted back in the earth! (sad sigh) This is touching, sweet friend, I'm glad you're back, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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