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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia 
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I tracked her down, ‘accidentally’ met and ambushed her in a lift - steered the conversation to old school days and photographs. I had to. It was my last chance of getting back the pieces of those years. “Why do you need to see? They’re just black and white pictures,” Then - suddenly, “Meet me at the Plaza Saturday, I’ll bring them. ” She was gone, leaving me breathless with the suddenness of success. Saturday – we met like waves on a shore, cheeks caressing briefly. She slid five black and white matt prints and an address across the table and left. Our hands touched briefly; cool - belying the intensity of the moment. The memories came flooding back. Gods! It was all there in my eyes, for the world to see Year ten - front row, spotlighted - knees pressed tightly together holding in secrets. Year eleven – missing, but not missed. Year seven, smiling and carefree - it had only been a few months How could I know it would damage me, or how long it would last? I felt loved. It had been a long time since I felt that, not since dad number three left. Year eight, I knew what was happening. It was harder to smile, guilt formed. I built walls, to keep out dad’s enemies, but it kept out friends too. I looked lonely. Sex in the dark brought no comfort. Soon I would be a woman. HE wouldn’t want me. Already, he was looking at my sister… Year nine, it started falling apart early - there were no smiles, anger filled me. I kicked her for no reason. Detention! And secrets told. The teacher said I lied to get attention… as if! I couldn’t breathe - couldn’t think and failed subjects I was good at. I alienated anyone who got close – even remotely close-to-close, just in case something slipped. It showed in my face and in my posture. I’m surprised no one knew. I searched for signs that others had known… there were none. Then came the running time, the burying time, the losing me time I found pieces in corners when reflections stared back with hollow eyes and I grieved… putting myself back together had been hard AND IT HURT! Looking at the prints I saw another like me. It was her. Gods it was there in her eyes too – in black and white. All the pieces fell together. Secrets that had torn us apart now bind us. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Kethry...Touching personel story.Enjoyed...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
So many....sometimes I think every woman I call friend....and sometimes I think, every woman. This tears my heart, in a way that kept me from reading it as a poem, even though as a poem it's worthy of anyone's reading. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Feeling this as the tears well .. sharing this is hard, but needs to be told. Thank you,and God Bless you. "late" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Lynne, whether true or not, for some this is such a heartbreaking event(s) in life. I can only say your words have "touched" me and hope that this writing helps to heal~~  M |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kethry~ *sighs* ... just *sighs* *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Such a tremendously powerful write! If only... If only. |
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