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In between lost and found

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Saxoness
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0 posted 09-12-2003 12:13 AM       View Profile for Saxoness   Email Saxoness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Saxoness

On the drive home from work tonight
I saw a wall of clouds rising over the horizon
like contained smoke, barely lighter than midnight,
and I thought that it swallowed the city.
I was glad at first, hoping to start over again,
you know, somewhere new.
When I walked in my door
I rushed to the computer to write my vision down
because somehow, it seemed important.

And now I'm not sure what to say next,
because I miss what I thought I had,
because I feel phantom hands on my shoulders,
soft stomach pressed to my back,
the delicate abrasion of red gold beard on my cheek,
but mostly because this isn't the poem
I expected to write.
My fingers hesitate over the keys,
unwilling still, to defeat you.

I'm somewhere in the middle right now,
alive but dead,
breathing but unresponsive.
The turquiose ring around my pupils,
the hazel color you liked the most
is also a wall of clouds rising
like contained regret,
barely lighter than resignation,
and the dam of my "never again"
may yet prove to be illusion.

I've written enough poems about strength.
This one, like me, is in between the lines.
I want to destroy the mementos you left me,
your old black hat,
your favorite book with an inscription,
the blue and white sheets we slept on.
Yet I keep them near me, close by but out of sight.

So here I sit
washing my hands of you with tear drops,
saying the first real farewell,
somehow finding a little bit of oxygen in ink.
I'll put you behind the wall of clouds rising
like imagined love, barely lighter than goodbye.
I've lost you for good, it's true,
But I've found poetry once again.

[This message has been edited by Saxoness (09-12-2003 08:13 PM).]

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Susan Caldwell
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1 posted 09-12-2003 12:26 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

I remembered "Hairless" and knew I had to read this...I wasn't disappointed..

"I've written enough poems about strength.
This one, like me, is in between the lines.
I want to destroy the mementos you left me,
your old black hat, your favorite book with an inscription,
the blue and white sheets we slept on.
Yet I keep them near me, close by but out of sight.
Altough I outwardly deny it, deep down I know
it's because  I don't want to let you go"

Yes..I understand completely..I keep his things in the bag he used for my Christmas presents...even the cardboard wrap around from the first cup of Starbucks we shared...

Susan
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2 posted 09-12-2003 12:33 AM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Earth Angel's Home Page   View IP for Earth Angel

"So here I sit,
washing my hands of you with tear drops,
saying the first real goodbye,
somehow finding a little bit of oxygen in ink."

~ very creative wording

"I've lost you for good, it's true,
But I've found poetry once again."

~ and his loss is our gain! Welcome back!

Warm, healing hugs,
EA
Nan
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3 posted 09-12-2003 07:06 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Finding your poetic muse is a good thing - finding a simultaneous life direction would be even better - This too shall come... Nice to see you, Angela...
Cpat Hair
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4 posted 09-12-2003 08:26 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

yes..I'd say you have indeed...

enjoyed
Endlessecho
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5 posted 09-12-2003 09:07 AM       View Profile for Endlessecho   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Endlessecho

This built up better with each line.  Wonderful!  Very real and honest.  The best kind of poetry.
diphycue
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6 posted 09-12-2003 11:54 PM       View Profile for diphycue   Email diphycue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for diphycue

As always a wonderful poem...Evoking strong emotion.  I wish that you never had to experience that kind of pain.
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7 posted 09-13-2003 01:04 AM       View Profile for Ratleader   Email Ratleader   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Ratleader's Home Page   View IP for Ratleader

I've been there. Exactly there. But it's unique for everyone, and if I tell you that, yes, it does end after a time, it won't help at all.

If I tell you that poetry and specifically this site may have saved my life, that won't help either....or maybe it will. Couldn't hurt, so I'll say it.

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Temptress
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8 posted 12-09-2003 11:50 AM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

BEE!

Wow..I MISSED this one? HOW? just smack me, okay?

Okay..
"and the dam of my "never again"
may yet prove to be illusion."

amazing how we can't find the strength sometimes to truly keep those walls up isn't it? I wonder if that is a good or bad thing sometimes.

I love the way this tells how what you meant to write turned into what you really needed to write. Does that make sense?

THESE are difficult poems to write. The ones where we finally write the words down about a suject too difficult to write about. Its like the writing is permanent you know...makes you know it was there and it happened...and that you felt..and...GEESH! I hope I'm making sense.

I think you did a wonderful job with this. You know I LOVE the raw feeling of your poetry. Your work is the kind I look for when I go looking for a book of poetry.



enjoyed (duh...understatement)

All of my impurities are right here on my sleeve. This is Me"---Faith Hill

Temptress
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9 posted 12-09-2003 11:52 AM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

Ohh...and YES YES YES! You DID find poetry again.

All of my impurities are right here on my sleeve. This is Me"---Faith Hill

 
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