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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
As was written within the age of paper Old bindings tear apart to be laced with leather thong And carefully tied with knots that hold The letters to page and page to the chapters That follow each telling of how Comes the weather and storm nests are blown Then gathered on ends of fingers To be probed for what lay within when There was a family born and fed Nurtured to grow and find their ways to fly So legends come to be In a fairy tale of nocturnal vowels spread open To reveal the scalpel that lies inside of curves And of how she severed her own wing That she might not flee or fly And became instead the filigree of sighs Written with care in the dreams she shared With no one I opened the page to where she lay Curled between hard consonants and the clots of words Scarred upon the skin of shoulders Bound by her own decree to the middle passages A transition yet formed into an end But far paragraphs from the once upon a time That is where it all began My eyes read soft upon the words And found the poems written in her blood Then let fingers trace slow the curves of her Till I found the corners of her eyes and wiped The residue of tears she had cried At being tied to the cruelty of verbs whose barbs Had pricked her nouns as the nib had crossed The grain of paper Her watermark the stains Old stories remain upon the page That no slight of fabled hand can refrain from turning Once upon the sheaf as the vellum cracks with age But she lays In her solitude of dichotomy Maimed ~ Dissect the tale Leaving severed wing to lie While words bleed upon the page and stain What once was white within the age When bindings did not crack And the heart that once could fly Did not shatter as glass “What of hope and dreams?” Scalpel care not who drains away Specimens captured between lines may die Or become the allegory for the why things went wrong And we left the vowels behind to prick our tongues Upon the sharp apex of consonants that were residue As we tried to read within the verse Our own desires Ah such the curious we become when cruel Is just a word that has no bounds And does not roll from the lips or stick harsh To the roof of mouth when it is spoken Free To destroy the fable We wonder always why and how it flies And think ill of such homely words as trust And fair as might be used to see Into such simple homily prepared in kind “who cares, it is just a wing” |
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Eldest Member
since 2010-06-15
Posts 177Alabama |
If I understand, a tale of self-sacrifice not appreciated for what it was. We are too often cruel without meaning to be because we do not take time to read between the lines. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Not knowing what was meant,I took this to have meaning to me for all mothers and fathers or other nuturing people who did the best they knew how and were never really appreciated or even known as a person. Like the page in a newspaper obit written about a mother who sounded like your post and has always disturbed me; although I never knew or heard of this woman. All that family wrote after her death and had it printed in the news line: "She loved to cook and clean". DID they not know one thing about this person they called mother? I bled for her and others all over the world like her. Thanks for this post,even if I have it wrong, it brought a lot of meaning to me. latearrival |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Eldest... Thanks for dropping in on my scribble here... I'd like to think this could be several things within the story..one as you write, a tale of self sacrifice perhaps under acknowledged. appreciate the words... thanks again! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
latearrival.. thanks for the eyes and patience to wade through the scribble... yes, it is in part about that... certainly appreciate your words... |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love how you use words in this poem. I just found myself swept along, reading almost silenly outloud. I savored each line, each word and will be back to read again this evening. Thank you. Alison |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
many thanks ma'am... the idea in part for most fo what I write is for it to "read itself" to whom ever might take the time to look in.... it's nice to hear this had something of that effect on you as you read.. thanks for the kind eyes and words ma'am, much appreciated |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Your poetry is always a head above the shoulders of the crowds, but I wanted to share this with you-- http://sivers.org/drama Please note that it's not a commentary on poetry, or anything else, I just thought you might find it interesting. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Karen, Interesting article for sure. Most poets or story tellers tell the original version of Cinderella I think. I'm guilty... my expectations however out of life...well those are different than what I write. appreciate your link! Like I said, an interesting article. I also appreciate your kind words above.... certainly doubt how good anything I write is, but it was nice of you to say what you did. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I just want to assure you that I wasn't using the link as an editorial--I happen to love utilizing the fairy tales and symbolism of collective subconscious as well, as you might or might not recall. I seem to recall that you and I shared a fascination with the psychology of why people like the stuff that they like...once upon a time. *laughing*  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
“who cares, it is just a wing” That last line really got to me. There is so much in the underneath of things, that all that flitting about takes attention away from the very meaning of life. On the other hand, to fly without a wing is hard enough, but for no one to care, very sad. Enjoyed this poem and the thought that went into it, Ron. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
All I can say is WOW! I loved that last line. Kat >^..^< |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Karen, You and I shared a lot of thoughts "once upon a time" (chuckling) and my disappearance from here and my prolonged absence was very unfair to a number of people with whom I had become friends. I gave little to no explanations, little to no reason and simply vanished for all intents and pruposes from this lovely place for my own selfish reasons. I'm sure that in some ways seemed hurtful... I won't make excuses. I'll say that I enjoyed sharing those things we did share and hope to stick around and share a lot more as time goes on. thanks again for the words ma'am.... and for the link. I didn't take any of it as a commentary on what I wrote or how I wrote, but as a connected string of thought brought on by the poem. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Martie...I agree, it is very sad... was written to convey that sadness and to some degree the way we toss aside those things that are important and make or sacrifices knowing in some small way that we may destroy our own happiness or freedom by doing them. Doesn't make it wrong to sacrifice, and in fact it can be a honorable and noble thing, if the reasons are right. thank you for the eyes and thoughts... they are greatly appreciated ma'am |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
katahdin thank you.... I am pleased there was something in this that you found worthy the time it takes to wade through my scribbles. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Geez Cap, this work is astoundingly beautiful.  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well, well, well..... look who it is... and leaving such kind words for me... Thank you, for such a kind review... nice to see you |
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