Tiara’d Crown [Hobo’d Trails] #2

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Sunshine

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0 posted 2006-01-14 09:39 PM

Tiara’d Crown [Hobo’d Trails] #2

He could tell where her bags,
those sacks of hold-it-all clothe
had sprung from, the coiled and coiling
knit 1, purl 2 of yesterday’s colors, those
once hot pinks, fluorescent greens,
and brilliant blues, now grayed, betrayed
by her fingerings and reminisce, every time
she would burrow into this or that
hold’em chief,
as she called them, when talking
to herself.

If you were inconspicuous, quiet,
she would allow you to sit and listen
if you didn’t disturb her,
or ask for a sip, and she would start
her own conversation to herself,
of course, as
she wouldn’t talk to no stranger…

and then in life’s meager twilight time,
some full bodied moment came into view….

By then, you could’ve asked
her for a cup’pa coffee,
even a sup of her stew, but ask her
to share of herself, tell a story, or two…
it was invisible she’d become to you.

She would meld into that deep twilight time, some
silence heating the lonesome point of dark,
and then, with that red tip burning,
she began to leave her mark.

Her stories never varied, nor strayed,
her lonesome was tomorrow in some
cool summer’s shade; she was midnight,
and moonlight, and summer sun aglow,
she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all
the grit she wore,

she spoke of her Rose of yesterday, and of
Autumn who sang a song; of her April and those
brighter moments, and of all the
monied promises, if only
she could have strung her soul that long…

“I gave it up for quiet,
for some peace within this old soul;
no one should own a human,
no body is someone’s gold.”

She lit the stoke a time, or two,
then swallowed the rest of her drink,
she slowly leaned into tomorrow,
falling deep into Morpheus’ brink…

I blinked a moment, the moment flew
tomorrow was yesterday’s past…
I remembered the woman, a hobo of time,
with her fluorescent-colored bags…

I wonder of her now and then,
all the price she had paid, and knew
in my heart of hearts that saw,
her tiara of life
had been fully paid
and slowly, painfully, renewed.

Knit 1, Purl 2.

~*~

" It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love
~*~
KRJ

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1 posted 2006-01-14 09:49 PM

Brava, Karilea! The price a woman has to pay to be free...yes, sometimes, we just have to put on those rose-colored glasses.

....jo

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2 posted 2006-01-14 10:14 PM

Sissie

“I gave it up for quiet,
for some peace within this old soul;
no one should own a human,
no body is someone’s gold.”

This is a poem that gives and sees....a wonderful look into the human spirit. Thank you for writing it.

ice
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3 posted 2006-01-15 06:28 AM

Oh this is good....I knew someone like this a long time ago...only it was a man and not a woman....I guess that doesn't matter , a poem about him would be near the same, except for a "he" referance, instead of "she"

This stanza sticks out to me as the best, although it was hard to choose...

"Her stories never varied, nor strayed,
her lonesome was tomorrow in some
cool summer’s shade; she was midnight,
and moonlight, and summer sun aglow,
she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all
the grit she wore,"

enjoyed

________ ____ice
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4 posted 2006-01-15 02:45 PM

"If you were inconspicuous, quiet,
she would allow you to sit and listen
if you didn’t disturb her,
or ask for a sip, and she would start
her own conversation to herself,
of course, as
she wouldn’t talk to no stranger…"

and this

"I blinked a moment, the moment flew
tomorrow was yesterday’s past…
I remembered the woman, a hobo of time,
with her fluorescent-colored bags…

I wonder of her now and then,
all the price she had paid, and knew
in my heart of hearts that saw,
her tiara of life
had been fully paid
and slowly, painfully, renewed."

Love those parts, Kari. Very cool to read your take on hittin' the hobo-road...

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5 posted 2006-01-15 02:47 PM

reminds me of my grandmother ... all us kids would sit and listen to the tellings for hours

wonderful thoughts Karilea

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6 posted 2006-01-19 09:43 PM

I really like the way you contrasted times and actions in her life. I felt as I could see her making these transitions.

misce

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7 posted 2006-01-19 10:19 PM

and I feel a tug of familiarity in this, not sure if I KNOW her or if I AM her...

but wow

where have I been?

playing ketchup here

and oh this reminds me of Ruthie...remind me to tell 'bout her sometime, k?

loved this. love you

The Lady
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8 posted 2006-01-19 11:57 PM

“I gave it up for quiet,
for some peace within this old soul;
no one should own a human,
no body is someone’s gold.”

I love it... all of it.

"Knit 1, Purl 2."

How perfect!

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9 posted 2006-01-20 05:42 AM

While reading this I escaped to another place and time for a few minutes.
Very well crafted, and a pleasure to read. Hugs Mommak.

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10 posted 2006-01-20 01:30 PM

Lovely, Sunshine. If she was real, she was lucky to have had you (and maybe others) to listen to her.

Hugs to your dog in your new photo.

- Owl

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11 posted 2006-01-21 06:40 PM

Her stories never varied, nor strayed,
her lonesome was tomorrow in some
cool summer’s shade; she was midnight,
and moonlight, and summer sun aglow,
she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all
the grit she wore,

she spoke of her Rose of yesterday, and of
Autumn who sang a song; of her April and those
brighter moments, and of all the
monied promises, if only
she could have strung her soul that long…

Oh my, Karilea!! This is such beautiful
writing. I especially loved the part above!!
Hugs,
Ethel

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Canada eh.