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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Things, bits of things, left...from a yard sale Placed in cardboard boxes, with a sign reading “Help Yourself” Allured Footprints of a new generation of Neighborhood children digging for treasures Strewn all across the lawn They’re Sounds of imaginings painting open doors Doors that mirrored Dripping oils, that were once mine Dipping my finger in to taste the expressions Savoring trinkets, slowly peeling away its frantic beats Remembering...child noises...the sound of music Tickled down my tongue, answering a sometimes tilted head Innocent enlightenments, in tangerine dress A place where children play After jumping off the school bus Fluids soundlessness with silent prayers Of lock key kids Clarity held tightly in confessionals Of a sometimes theoretical world one that no one talked about Where no one believed, but I believed I believed, because it was me Where wishes wept for me As I fell to my knees Weakened from loss of vision To a despondent dawn I read in brail the bones of trees Counting their circles And the now ghost sandbox Of arteries Once in the backyard Crawling on my hands and knees, Blind & feeling for a start Like another life singing to my eyes Conveniently forgetting, Those windy places on earth Ones with hollow eyes of darkness knawling teeth, dripping with saliva Game playing morons.... Tying me up...a child of five? Strange, how candy meets the forgiveness of a child Like an infant gasping for a meal Helpless...believing...vulnerable I found in that darkness forgiveness Where gold wheat grows through concrete sidewalks Bringing me to my feet... Approaching a language only children know Redefining humanity and womanhood Left with nothing more then, dryness of the mouth To this day, still unaware of how I got out? Without complications or a need for surgery Vision restored my world-views, where blurring Tablets and pens became trust Where the nature of things are bound to come up Spiritual duality of self Lest a set of tonsils A few swimmers ear Chicken pox A few nightmares Skipping the stones of questions With no recordings available Communities with well rounded diverse perception Will always flourish and survive Aging in poverties, which sooth the flesh of soul Must be willing to change and help them selves In that Is just reward So…. Things, bits of things, left...from a yard sale Placed in cardboard boxes, with a sign reading “Help Yourself” Allured Footprints of a new generation of Neighborhood children digging for treasures Strewn all across the old lawn They’re Sounds of imaginings painting open doors Doors that mirrored Dripping oils, that were once mine Watercolors Sketches How to draw books A canvas to start And the unseen evidence of things where in my prayers most every night I breath the words, "God, please protect each and every child"! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 dang!this brought back memories of my own childhood...which you'll notice I don't write about often if at all... this write just rips me up and makes me think (which is a good thing) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Lee, I am keeping this one, and thanking you for sharing a most wonderful yard sale experience. It is filled with treasured thought provoking memories. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"So…. Things, bits of things, left...from a yard sale Placed in cardboard boxes, with a sign reading “Help Yourself” Allured Footprints of a new generation of Neighborhood children digging for treasures Strewn all across the old lawn They’re Sounds of imaginings painting open doors Doors that mirrored Dripping oils, that were once mine Watercolors Sketches How to draw books A canvas to start And the unseen evidence of things where in my prayers most every night I breath the words, "God, please protect each and every child"!" My last yard sale, I ended up taking back most of the things I put out. Much enjoyed this, Lee.  .....jo |
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