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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Whimpering storms Spotlight a voice trembling…mine Where a heart burst, inside out Crouching and whimpering Gorging screams fill the air I cover my ears…. Empty spaces ricocheting Flooding my head with unyielding borders “Oh God”! I whispered, “Who’s there”? Feeling blindly in the dark Then…. His fingers drew across my engraved lips Like a giant torch light…I flinched Barely breathing… Acid blood still warm from those dark rooms Those fissures that led somewhere, Seeking revenge…those Persistent phone calls with dire intent Hearing a candle buzz like a florescent light Seeping courage, forced me to look into a Riddled mass of nerves I was growing up, right before my eyes In some ways, I could not account for… The child in me, turning round But, He took my hand whispering rhymes Pulling back my hair “The numb are done with you” he said Words left me like a puzzle? Each one slowly sighing in place Preoccupied with prompt attention Not knowing how to presume I waited Immobile like a half-sleep Then, slowly, delicate features with warm eyes Reached out, like definitions to words A Champaign cork popped Moments slowed down Those stunning smiles of light sang Like angelic voices, soft and loving There, I reached a bright lit doorway Automatically, I knew the combination Then, I felt Him, pulling back a curtain I never needed anyone to yearn for me... I was now, an old woman, staring out across A suburban lawn Luminous and Astonishing Like silent spirits, touching my face transformed I felt the hours, the years The blizzard and cold pitched chasms But somehow, miraculously, they hummed Of soft puppy fir Plentiful with melted memories My thoughts felt like a Holiday Gentle billowing warmth, infused me Focus relaxed While riding the train of thoughts I felt watched and loved by a stranger Someone who had been there all the time Familiar, yet taking me to cerulean seas Where flowers spoke smiles White minks played at my feet Shadows of years were not as big Houses seemed livelier with conversation Afternoon had crept forth in silence And I held those long periods of time Close, ever so close Knowing I had curled those edges Under myself so no one could see Afraid of opposite doorways Afraid of not fitting the dog collar of society Afraid of failing someone Afraid of failing someone Afraid my thoughts, might be sold at church bizarre By men of the cloth who were powerless But now, I saw the world in the center of a miraculous event My simplistic dreams A music box And one vacation a year to the Jersey Shore Which others might deem quit boring I could have yelled for hours Instead, holding the music box close & content I drifted off into a brightly lit room One, that was mine, predetermined in thought... On the second floor...of my walk up apartment [This message has been edited by LeeJ (03-02-2005 12:04 PM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
this read so painful and evolved into so beautiful Lee... very well done. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Now tha's what I call a dream. Enjoyed |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
My muse nudged me and told me there's nothing simple about this, or her... and I tend to agree, for my muse is rarely wrong. Brava! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
something about day dreams when they happen at night while we are dreaming night dreams they make us fearful but anxious to see what is there after we wake within the unawake I enjoy you lee j you are lovely windows |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
You had me captivated reading this, awesome write all the way through. Thank You  Sometimes we have to follow a stronger voice, even if it's silent. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
I love your style, content and the depth of your expressions. Another wonderful write. Eric |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“My simplistic dreams A music box And one vacation a year to the Jersey Shore Which others might deem quit boring” The storm of life all around you, then this verse. Calming, safe, warm, and comfortable. Not boring at all, a necessity to revisit your inner core: Lee J. This is now my favorite. Well until your next one. JL |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Amazing LeeJ - simply amazing ... but only what we've come to expect from such an expressive writer. I'm thinking about this one quite a lot. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...one of my favorite things is a music box from my son...it plays Fur Elise...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I have to agree with the above poets here awesome piece |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Another Leej masterclass...thank you.. Goldenrose. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (William Shakespeare.) |
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