Open Poetry #4 |
Voices |
Willem Member
since 1999-11-18
Posts 139Inverness, FL, USA |
By way of introduction, not explanation, I must tell my readers here that the following poem is pure phantasy, an example of role playing. After all, actors and novelists do the same. Or should we all write only pure factual autobiographies? What sayest? VOICES I will remember, and repent, forever, the night we met again, deciding to reminisce, together, about old times, while strolling, together, along the beach where we first met and kissed... The night was getting older, and so, it seemed, were we, together once again, but each engulfed by memories, of different times, and different places, and people... A misty moon, reluctantly, kept shining, for us alone, there on that empty beach, the breeze was getting bolder, hence on an impulse we embraced for warmth, to find we had not gotten older, and so we kissed, till time became irrelevant... When I woke up again, I was alone... I cried on that forsaken, cold, dark beach, and listening to the crashing surf, I heard this bitter old refrain: "Each dashing wave that hurries towards shore will break apart, each reckless kiss that asks for more will break a heart." by Willem [This message has been edited by Willem (edited 12-16-1999).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wonderful poem, Willem! And I think poets can write about anything they want to, truth or fiction! That's what most writer's do, as you noted! Well done! Denise |
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Willem Member
since 1999-11-18
Posts 139Inverness, FL, USA |
Thank you, DS! I was very surprised to see your response - the very first - so soon, mere minutes after I posted it. Many of my poems and short stories are based on such "what if?" subjects, situations I try to imagine myself in, and how the characters I try to describe would react to such hypothetical circumstances. My artist's view of writing has caused a few furious debates with one of my sons, who is the family historian and genealogist, and thinks that only real occurrences are worthy of describing. Willem |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
What's fantasy to one might be real to another. It's all worth writing about. This poem seemed very real to me. Very well written! But tell me something, what happened next? Did she come back again? Liz |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Willem - I like this so much. You took me back in time to a summer night I thought had slipped from my mind ... I'm pleased to say that it didn't. Thanks for turning a page in my memory book. ~*Marge*~ < !signature--> ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com [This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 12-16-1999).] |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed this much |
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Willem Member
since 1999-11-18
Posts 139Inverness, FL, USA |
Liz, Marge, Vandana: Thanks for your nice commentary! I purposely left out any mention of gender, so this poem could be appreciated by anyone having had a similar problem. Sure enough, Liz thought it must have been a man, ("did she ever come back?"), while Marge saw a woman who "cried" on that beach. Will that mean guy or scared girl ever come back? I haven't decided yet. Maybe... Willem |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
So, will he come back? or won't he? Can't leave us dangling! Liz |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ah, sweet Willem ... Once the words leave our pen ... we have no control over them. They wend their way of destination to the heart of interpretation. *Now .. funny how you interpreted 'my' interpretation ... I said I remembered ... but I smile with easy-remembering of a moment of bliss. As I left the beach tingling with the remembrance of his kiss. I felt his tears crashing to the shore ... Next ? ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
What a story! I think poets-or any writer for that matter-should write about whatever they want. Enjoyed reading, Willem. Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail- And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! -Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Willem....I always respected your replies.... now I respect your poetry as well...may I call you "friend"? Very well done.... Fantasy is as good a subject as any to use to express one's artistic feelings. Bob Ross never saw many of the "happy little trees" he painted. Only in fantasy...his mind... did he see them until he let us in on it by putting them to canvas. RB yes, I did enjoy Bob....a fellow Hoosier. |
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