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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
She used to dance Bare foot in meadows In cornfields On top of hay bales in the barn She used to topple over and laugh without effort She grew up Into a lovley woman Her steps Are now more discreet Her laughter more concrete Her job more proffesional Than her used to be dreams Of riding an elephant through Africa or going to broadway with the stage name Diaka She slips her bare feet into silk bedroom slippers slipping off into the night At 2:00 in the morning She sits on her porch steps Remembering the feeling of garden mud Ooozing through callused toes Resisting the urge To plop down next to the ripening tomatoes She grew up to be a lovely, successful lady "You've gained so much and come so far," her boss praised the next day. "Yes" she replied with an exuburant fake smile An hour later she quit her job Threw her pumps into a dumpster Ran nine blocks home Took the hose out Watered the garden In her bare feet Saw a giant bug SCREAMED! and laughed until she toppled over |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I'm sure the child within each of us would love to do this......just one more time! Great poem, Joy! Denise |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Joy14~ This is wonderful!!  -SEA |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
Joy, this is excellent! And I'm not so successful, but I sure would like to play hooky sometime. To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Loved the way how you expressed yourself here Joy, how you tied it together and how this Lady sets herself free.  |
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Gene Senior Member
since 2000-01-23
Posts 935Colorado, USA |
Joy, It's great when we can do this, even if only for the weekend. This is a wonderful poem. I love the way you're writing. Gene [This message has been edited by u_gene (edited 01-19-2001).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
She used to dance Bare foot in meadows In cornfields On top of hay bales in the barn She used to topple over and laugh without effort Hi Joy, loved the way you opened your poem enjoying your writing too Maree I can't help but feel my heart fall between the pregnant pause of all you won't say and all I can not ask ~Jewel~ |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Joy, this is a wonderfully written poem! Sometimes we just need to get out of the rut and taste that freedom again! Ellie A friend hears the song in my heart, and sings it to me when my memory fails. |
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Suzanne Arlene Member
since 2000-10-09
Posts 377Ontario, Canada |
I still love the feelin of bein barefoot. great poem great thoughts |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I'd like to put this in our next newsletter if you would kindly give me permission... |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
The small-town kid in me loved this imagery. A reminder that life is more than corporate stress. Very good poetic form as well, Joy. |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Hey, Thanks...everyone! Of course you can use it PdV. Joy Our doubts are traitors, |
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silentsky Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 114 |
i really like this. is our core the child within us? bare feet, enchanting, reminds me of innocence and childhood...and a certain quietness.. thats why when the weathers nice i sometimes take off my shoes after i get off the bus and walk home barefoot and people look at me funny in the streets but it makes me feel like a child again, all arms and legs. simplicity. shira |
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