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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2004-08-06 05:57 PM

In this magic moment
I can turn away the pain,
this conjured vignette
in free fall space
between lines of reality,
where your face is held
in curls of shadows,
when I hear your voice
when my mind is young again.

I watch you walk away in memory
never turning back to see if I survive;
how you questioned me
with tones of accusation
because I stay alive.

In a small cluttered corner
of my deeply frozen soul
the memories of you burn,
why would I think to ask
when I saw the face you wore,
the one I thought was real,
why you chose to wear a mask?

Today,
I can choose any doorway,
I could keep everything I knew
as real
walking the path of the Old Ones,
clutching the mist of a cloud,
or simply let it drift away,
the impress light as morning dew
on violets.

How can you now want to see me
when you say you can't recall
all the things we shared as lovers?
To forget means
that world was not at all real for you,
nothing worth remembering,
nothing you'd hold dear.
Now you claim a fresh recall,
and yet
it's make believe again,
my life,
my given name,
a crisp anthology
of scenes we never played
without shaking the trees
of your memory,
without salting the taste of the crowd
without noticing
dried leaves
of moments,
left where they had fallen
when the season of the Witch
came unexpectedly.

Your voice
still sounds the same
across so many years
I can't control;
it brings images I wrapped carefully,
and sealed,
before I put them down;
yet
as we talk,
I hear you slide through time,
that laugh with the same sounds,
those high empty registers,
illusions and allusions
with edges hollow ground.

In the beginning
I had no reason to doubt you,
in the end
I also believed
when you said you had no memories
of playing in love
with the moon
lightly breaking clouds
in a dreamscape,
chasing it's reflection on the sea,
of hearing waves crash nearby,
you and I
sharing in their rhythm,
joining with our passion
surging together with storm tides,
surging with storm tides,
the storm tides
and moonlight,
we drank it all
like champagne for the soul.

I look through old windows,
windows
of my now solitary soul
as though we took those journeys together,
as partners,
but cold reality always tells me
I was merely hired help,
retained on emotion's coin
cast to bounce in ringing echoes
on the marble marker of love's tomb;
I was just around for the ride.

Leaving my dreams in your footprints,
casting my hopes to the wind,
whispering into a vacuum
never knowing,
never knowing
before you were gone
the meaning was lost with the sound,
leaving the meaning,
leaving the passion
the weeping abandoned,
the passion broken,
broken on the barren ground.

©2004 by icebox

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

1 posted 2004-08-06 06:38 PM

I love how layered this is, icebox. You captured that meditative quality I sometimes go into while cleaning, but I realize the implications of the metaphor.

And even in the lesser metaphor, I sometimes find myself losing time as I tarry way too long trying to decide what to keep and what to throw away.

As always, icebox, you make me think--and this time you made me cry as well.

I love your writing. sigh. So many stellar lines I think I'll keep them all.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2004-08-06 07:02 PM

quote:
Leaving my dreams in your footprints,
casting my hopes to the wind,
whispering into a vacuum
never knowing,
never knowing
before you were gone
the meaning was lost with the sound,

Beautiful write ..... even though there is a certain amount of bitterness in recalling what was ..... to let go is not easy, but it will bring peace.
Love, Margherita

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

3 posted 2004-08-06 09:11 PM

Just when I think I've finally got the house clean, someone tracks their footprints all over the place again. Just a thought. *hugs* ....jo

[This message has been edited by iliana (08-07-2004 02:20 AM).]

froggy
Senior Member

since 2003-06-23

Posts 1893
Michigan

4 posted 2004-08-06 10:56 PM

Love icebox.

Gotta agree with iliana too.

:-)

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

5 posted 2004-08-07 02:15 AM

You really layed the words down...enjoyed...James

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2004-08-07 09:31 AM

icebox

"of playing in love
with the moon
lightly breaking clouds
in a dreamscape,
chasing it's reflection on the sea,
of hearing waves crash nearby,
you and I
sharing in their rhythm,
joining with our passion
surging together with storm tides,
surging with storm tides,
the storm tides
and moonlight,
we drank it all
like champagne for the soul."

Beautiful wording with much passion!

Ratleader

Member Rara Avis

since 2003-01-23

Posts 7026
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass

7 posted 2004-08-07 09:56 AM

You put much of what is you into this poem, things that are not easy to see and understand, and you showed them with clarity and honest emotion. That's a hard thing to do, and also a difficult thing to do.

It's also something that can give the poet even more than the gift he gives his reader. I hope it does.

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VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

8 posted 2004-08-07 10:01 AM

dressed with melancholy
tears at the heart
the spirit

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

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