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Huan Yi
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0 posted 02-25-2005 11:38 PM       View Profile for Huan Yi   Email Huan Yi   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Huan Yi


So this
at last
is my heartís nemesis . . .

This big
bald
legend godó
that is so huge a tub of lard
as can hardly sit upon a chair

And she who has waited all these years
withered her beauty with all those tears
hasnít a clue for eyes or ears
as to who it is

Whisky dribbles down his chins
Her shrunken features leave the room

Listen well
my silent friend
and you will hear as this storyís end

the sound of laughter
from the sky

[This message has been edited by Huan Yi (02-26-2005 12:26 AM).]

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marcel
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1 posted 02-26-2005 01:08 AM       View Profile for marcel   Email marcel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for marcel

love and appreciation----sometimes are not relative to each other! real and true to life piece.
Huan Yi
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2 posted 02-26-2005 06:19 AM       View Profile for Huan Yi   Email Huan Yi   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Huan Yi


marcel,

Thanks for reading.

This bit is a summary response to a story by
W. Somerset Maugham of the same title.  In it
a man who had come to the islands to live out
what he had expected to be a short life tells the tale
of a brief young love between a native girl and a
deserting sailor.  After a period of passion, the sailor is
kidnapped by another ship for its crew and disappears.
The girl spends her life pining for the sailorís return,
accepting the narrator essentially as a practical accommodation
a year later.  For the next twenty years or so, two lives
are wounded and embittered by the same manís absence.
It is only a chance sodden comment that reveals to the
story teller that the visitor he is relating it to is the very
sailor heís speaking of; now a gargantuan tramp boat captain
fond of his food and drink who has all but forgotten
what was for him a brief chance episode in a life focused
before and happily returned after to other mindless interests.
When reading the story, I couldnít help wonder how many
other lives are similarly denied and wasted for the sake
of  a fantasy concerning someone who has long since
dramatically changed and has, if ever, stopped caring.

Again, thanks for reading.

John

latearrival
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3 posted 02-26-2005 10:05 AM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

I think you hit it for many who have gone that route. And yet~~~~ Some keep on dreaming and once in a while~~~~~Once In  A While, they chance to meet and do pick up from the beginning.Enjoyed the write and story. marty
Susan Caldwell
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4 posted 02-28-2005 09:04 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

You are a master at this.

Wonderful.     

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

LeeJ
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5 posted 02-28-2005 10:13 AM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

Today, both my writings answers this...in a very personal space, there are memories kept warm....they are happiness...and perhaps if only brief, worth a lifetime...valuable, humble, spiritual and worth ever moment, held close in memory...

Some memories, paint happiness...and they are a place we can go, when things get a little not so nice.

...and, that's something no one can take away, leave or ever run from....it is, in fact like promises....safe and warm
LeeJ
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6 posted 02-28-2005 10:14 AM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

by the way, I forgot, this was an exceptional read...thank you kindly for both the poem and sharing the story which inspired such a lovely read
Drauntz
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7 posted 05-01-2007 02:20 PM       View Profile for Drauntz   Email Drauntz   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Drauntz

love never dies. else is just a chunk of meat.
 
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