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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2012-12-02 10:22 AM

Mirage

I wake to see your gleaming eyes,
Too stunned to think it a surprise.
A subtle shake of the head, “no!”
I close my eyes to make it go.
I take a step, first of a few
That never help outdistance you.
Through mourning’s wake the beat drawn on,
If by a drummer who’s long gone.

Where the soft echoes tell me true,
If life ain’t about loving you
Then life isn’t about free will;
And so I move on, standing still…
A man forever looking back –
A silhouette on parchment black,
Content to waste away each day
Never seeking another way…

Just longing to close eyes again –
Find myself in some other when
That long ago passed this man by,
To turn his world into a lie.
And there I hold you, still, each night;
A vision of love, draped in white –
The lone vestige of hope undone
I cannot answer with this gun,

Which holds a bullet marked for me…
…To eternally set me free.
…To bring an end to endless rain.
…To somehow take away this pain.
But sadly, I could never do it –
Tarnish this name, although I rue it.
Though I’m not sure what it stands for,
If it stands at all, anymore.

I pine, I bleed, I sit, I wait
An answer payable to Fate.
I take the oars while blistered skin
Reminds me daily of my sin.
I search the mirror, try to peel
Anything at all to make seem real
Emotion ‘neath this tarnished sun
I chase unto oblivion.

Michael Anderson

Death's but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God.

Thomas Parnell

Ethern
Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 150
on a plane

1 posted 2012-12-02 04:38 PM

the tears will stop when the well runs dry. sorrow is an excellent teacher so mind her well. courses cease when education is complete.

please scroll this page to find and read a topic entitled: Rachel Revised. it represents a recent stage of gradual healing for a wound i've carried for four years now.

Victoria

Member Ascendant

since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

2 posted 2012-12-02 07:42 PM

Fate always has the last word. Nicely done as always. Enjoyed Michael.

~V~

Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage. by Ambrose Bierce

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

3 posted 2012-12-03 08:08 PM

Fine writing...I suppose the answer to letting go of someone we love is to accept that love is eternal but relationships are seasonal...but of course when we find the one we believe is right for us we want an eternal bond...I struggle with these truths...James

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

4 posted 2012-12-04 09:26 AM

Early on I found "letting go, or trying to let go" made my life a lot more miserable, but, by placing "whoever she was" on a separate plane of my life, I not only held on to her, in my heart and memories, but was able to move on to life in the hours of today. Consequently I've loved far more times than I ever thought possible; still love them all; but live today with the most wonderful of the bunch - without any but minor regret, and a heart overflowing with a love of life in general. None of that is to say there was no ache, of loss --- but nothing like I see in others, and certainly not uncontrollable damaging.

j.

luminosity
Senior Member

since 2005-11-18

Posts 813

5 posted 2012-12-04 10:30 AM

wow the poem, the replies...this maketh me to think that poets are wise

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

6 posted 2012-12-04 02:17 PM

I cannot answer with this gun,

Which holds a bullet marked for me…
…To eternally set me free.

And I thank God that isn't an option! As fate would have it, I've just read luminosity's tribute to her co-worker, Annette. I've walked some dark paths and lost hope... and I look back and feel for the woman I was then and what I was going through. But the key is... I'm here to look back. And I pray the day will come when you can look back at the pain you've endured from a plane of contentment... and that happiness and love will be your reality, not gossamer wisps. *S*

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

7 posted 2012-12-04 07:10 PM

This is both brutal and forgiving, and wise beyond any reply I could leave for you here.

You give me so much to ponder, and much to be thankful for.

Be well good poet, your influence on these blue pages is felt deeply.

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