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Final Meals And The Undone Deals Of Modern Life
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Final Meals And The Undone Deals Of Modern Life |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Each day your calls are stronger, detailed tiny questions longer than some entire conversations we used to have, when we were lovers years ago, before you headed out to gauge the other pastures, the pleasures of the world. I don't tell you that I missed you, with all the pain a broken heart can feel; yet each day you find a way, slipping through the steel that separates our worlds, to turn those lights on, give some assurance telling me there are no others in your life, as if it matters when love between us died so long ago, when sex is no more an option than is escape, when emotions are as futile as a cell phone in the grave. I don't have the toy you slept with as a child; I didn't know you then and didn't save mementos when I did; I don't have the memories of the life we didn't share. That is the security you need right now but I am too far gone to care, too far gone from where you, or who I'd thought you were to me, disappeared before we'd built the life I'd thought we were to share, long enough ago that I can't count the scars. It isn't fair to tell you I don't care, so I just listen, slide a word in here and there, while hearing your frightened soul rattle loosely inside the empty packing crate of heart and mind as you wait without a shred of patience for the ticking clock, as it counts down to a final day. Soon you'll be gone; the phone calls will stop; you will have achieved that strange change, the pure uninvited transfiguration the metamorphosis that ends a life. I can not even say goodbye; I used up my life's allocation on you far too long ago. Of all the petty things you wanted me to teach, you should recall how to hear the sound of your own fear; you should hear the desperation that rolls like pipers marching through your scattered shattered thoughts, the manic plans that could not be achieved in ten lifetimes, even if each one was carved as a plan in stone; too soon you will face this moment all alone. Oh, I'll still pick up the phone until it no longer rings, but in the dark, when I'm alone each night I wish, for the last time I wish, I could have fully earned your trust, I could have turned the primal thrust of greed that drove you to pass beyond the edge, and so I wish for you, in some other life time a teacher more equipt than I, to serve. Safe journey traveler. ©2003 by icebox |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
unabashedly honest write awesome work |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
If this isn't your best yet, then I missed your best....which won't make the hurt of it any less, except to that little extent that the act of writing can help. I'm glad you did. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Soon you'll be gone; the phone calls will stop; you will have achieved that strange change, the pure uninvited transfiguration the metamorphosis that ends a life. I can not even say goodbye; I used up my life's allocation on you far too long ago. Iceman, your writing makes me speechless. All of it touches me somewhere deep inside. I can't even express the way it makes me feel. I'm keeping this, Sir Poet. Me |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox The honesty in this is haunting, and so poignantly written, my friend...it's hard to know what to say. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself here. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
wow... |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
but in the dark, when I'm alone each night I wish, for the last time I wish, I could have fully earned your trust, I could have turned the primal thrust of greed that drove you to pass beyond the edge, and so I wish for you, in some other life time a teacher more equipt than I, to serve. you make me cry...helen |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Woah. You have more fresh analogies and metaphors here in a single poem than many do in their collective works! I can appreciate the honest exposition and can feel for both parties. In its own way, this feels like a contemporary Shakespeare tragedy. Excellent. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
I am awestruck with your ability and talent to put your life experience's thoughts and feelings into words. Your writing inspires me to reach beyond myself a little more each time I try to hammer out a few lines of my life. I have grown to love your spirit, and look forward to everything you write. ~K~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
A painfully honest write... it's going into my library... will linger in my memory. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Saved. Susan |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
wow, wow wow, I am speechless...and all the words I can find right now are that I feel so badly for both of you. |
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