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Last Night With Dickens
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Last Night With Dickens |
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Sunshine
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Last Night With Dickens You know how it is, being open to all deep thoughts especially when you’ve read of life’s tragedies brought to the forefront by authors now long since dead and gone and you wonder and ponder what ‘twas pushed them on. And it was By candlelight and quill pen the writers thus wrote with sheaves of papers, did all first thoughts denote the exact proper phrase, or were rewrites a given? Ah, to be transported back, and see them all living. Then, ‘Twas “Charles” I’d been reading, copyright 1962 and a young lady wrote there all that she knew of Dickens life, as if there by his side was she, and as if by a moment’s magic, I was pulled in to see (oh how life is) That Dickie’s life was platted out while he was young and even while a child, he perceived things had begun long before he was of an age to have experienced thus, the life forces with which he would become so entrussed. Fascinated, I saw His wife, dear Kate, kept closed her intellect’s door while her adept sister, Mary, loved Charlie even more, so thus he kept them both close, their spirits he adored while he kept writing, writing, writing ever more. I watched as During the worthy times, pending the destitute days he always found that he had something to say and say it he did, his quill writing furiously now his words a panacea, as he mopped at his brow. Quiet desperation, love, But when his Mary died, his suffering became despair and I felt heartsick for him, tho bigotry he dared right in front of his wife, beautiful, sweet, solemn Kate, the two so needed in his life, bigotry his welcome mate. And then, Last night Charlie came, he beckoned unto me and in my dream, I thought then that I could see his frock coat so, his broadcloth so purely white he said “So, I understand your dream is then to write.” Thus, I replied “Yes, sir, but your talented ways, those I have not, so you see, all I have before me, is all that I have got and while it is not going to change the world as you have done, I’ll still give my talent some room to play and run.” Said Charlie, so kind, “Well, keep it up, do a slap-up job” and Charlie, with a nod, flowed from my dreams, his vision blurred, then softly bobbed now out of sight, gone, but not ever again out of mind for his true life story touched me deeply in kind. and the epilogue, With my apologies to Charlie, and to all of you and my thanks, and prayers, that none of you will rue the day I came to visit here, and with you here I share my dreams, my hopes, and all the expressions that I dare. ©KRJ 29 August, 1999 ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, You out did yourself on this one. A marvellous rendition. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
How could we possibly rue the day you came? You are a breath of fresh air and a beam of, yes, sunshine. It would be a sadder place without you. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
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Sy, hopefully I've not "outdone" myself quite yet... 'Deer, thanks for the continued welcome... |
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U K Hero Member
since 1999-08-08
Posts 266England |
You have certainly placed some thought into this a most gracious poem. I envoy your tenacity. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you for your kind words, UK. Glad to have you here...and grateful that you picked a piece of mine to read. |
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