Seven, and counting - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

0 posted 2003-09-28 01:36 PM

Little books made up my room,
while comic books were
a staple in a particular room
of that little stucco house

but it was the thick books that
little fingers, mine, coveted,
and there were never enough of them.

I do not remember learning
in school how to read,
it seemed I knew it beforehand
and was ready set go
in those first days.

Mother had whispered
they’ll have more books
and I don’t recall being afraid
to be away from her full skirts,
because she said
there would be cookies and milk
when I got home
and she was almost always able
to keep most of her promises.

Then, the smiling face
of a lovely woman, when I was
grown up at four, and now in
first grade, put a pencil
in my hand,
the wood had a feel I knew
from daddy’s hand,
the graphite held a promise
that was, as yet,
undefined,

but it was age seven
when I knew

two realizations.

I wanted to write.
I was too young.

At seven, I knew I needed
[that oh so big word] experience.

I’m ready, now.

n2dmystic
Member

since 2003-09-27

Posts 253
beyond the doors of perception

1 posted 2003-09-28 01:37 PM

dreams come true. very good.

Peace, Joe
in the big MT
seeking the serendipitous magical mysteries of life's ubiquitous twisteries

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2003-09-28 01:45 PM

Beautiful retrospective. You surely have been true to yourself and experience has made you the wonderful poet you are.
Love and hugs. Margherita

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

3 posted 2003-09-28 01:45 PM

OH yes....

Yes,  you certainly are...  you can make an
old man sign, sometimes laugh,  often cry.
Bring to heart a wondrous feel,  make his
head swim and senses reel.   Take him to
a lover's ball,  make him feel he's got
it all.  Give to all that you can give,
let them revel,  let them live.

Want more?

Marty Baird
Member

since 2003-09-20

Posts 90
Georgia, U.S.

4 posted 2003-09-28 01:52 PM

a nice look at life

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

5 posted 2003-09-28 03:31 PM

(big hugggsssssss) And look at how far you've come...not only are you a poet, but a sunshine of one! (smiles) Dreams can come true if you set your heart to them and you're living, dreaming and painting proof of that, God Bless You, it is wonderful to hear of your colorful history, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

CP
Junior Member

since 2003-09-28

Posts 17

6 posted 2003-09-28 04:27 PM

I love this story and I love to read.

Chelsea

[This message has been edited by CP (09-28-2003 04:31 PM).]

Patricia
Member Elite

since 2003-04-06

Posts 2160
Missouri

7 posted 2003-09-28 04:35 PM

Karilea...
We, you and I, were at the opposite ends of the spectrum.  So much so, it is almost amazing how we ended up in the same place.  I can see you with red galoshes and rain coat (like the Morton's salt girl) and me running the streets, bare-armed and barefoot in a thunderstorm. What would we have made of each other?

You know I love these tales of childhood...and you may have just inspired me yet again!

I love this so much...

A giant kid hug to you!

Patricia

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

8 posted 2003-09-30 11:22 AM

yes, you are more than ready sweet Lady...
loving this from here....

It's better than I could have planned..
it's made me who I am...
{Trace Adkins}

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

9 posted 2003-09-30 06:49 PM

but it was the thick books that
little fingers, mine, coveted,
and there were never enough of them.

I do not remember learning
in school how to read,
it seemed I knew it beforehand
and was ready set go
in those first days.

Mother had whispered
they’ll have more books
and I don’t recall being afraid
to be away from her full skirts,
======================================

you poetically prove what I already knew....
you were born to write...
yes....youre ready...me thinks you and your muse hit the ground running