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The Game

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Decaflame
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0 posted 05-06-2003 05:11 PM       View Profile for Decaflame   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Decaflame



She was the elder person of the moment,
Paid hire-in for the younger ones
I was just a younger friend, after all

And I recall Catherine’s striking features,
Mostly being
Her gold-streaked brunette hair,
Wavy in youth,
Bouncing in nature,
Knowing now that she had a certain toss to it
When Scott hung around.

There is some understanding on my part today
That I realize the trauma that could have been
Imparted, in the wide-eyed acceptance
Of her request,

“Come with us, let’s play a game,
Let’s play spy, you’ll pretend
To be the guard.”

And the surprise of meeting Scott didn’t seem
To surprise Catherine,
Down there at the old barn, where she said
The secrets of the spies
Were to be exchanged,
Where I was to guard the window,
Watch the house, let them know
If the enemy was coming.

They moved toward the back of the barn,
To share spy secrets, Catherine saying
“Watch carefully,” and then,
Just whispers.

I tired quickly of the only enemy being
Some cawing crows,
And inquisitive grasshoppers,
For the younger kids were napping.
Strangely, I felt that I did not belong,
[not the first time]
But I had not been privy to so many secrets
Of that time,
And it was only later I learned that
My undoing was in being that good girl,
In obeying my elders.

I think, had I looked,
I would have spied more than they.

[This message has been edited by Decaflame (05-06-2003 05:17 PM).]

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1 posted 05-06-2003 05:25 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

I love the stories you tell.

enjoyed

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2 posted 05-06-2003 07:36 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Wonderful Deca!! Ooooh I am so pleased you are back!!
Love this, I do!
~Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

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(sigh) I remember those games ever too much too, sweet friend, I love to be the spy but all the same I think we all need to be the one who never looks around and doesn't know that someone is hunting and just go with the flow! (big hugggssssss) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story

***Shakira***

Decaflame
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4 posted 05-07-2003 11:33 AM       View Profile for Decaflame   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Decaflame

Thank you.  I would have preferred, I believe, to have been left out of this particular game...as it began the end of innocence of one.
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5 posted 07-31-2003 07:41 AM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

ahh this one made me smile.

Maree

fate is not just
whose cooking  smells good
but which way the wind blows

(Ani DiFranco)

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