Open Poetry #6 |
Developed Film (Part II) |
Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I ran to the trash and rescued The film I just threw there Advice from my friends Who said I wasn’t being fair I took the roll to WalMart Development took an hour A pack of twenty-four pictures That held such awful power From the first photo I could tell They were taken at a party I stood smiling, unconcerned My husband standing next to me By the fourth photo I remember He said he met her on the stair They sat and talked for hours As though neither had a care Her husband was a cruel drunk Who lashed out at her that night He accused them of adultery Challenged my husband to a fight I knew then that it wasn’t true But didn’t know it soon would be For that was the beginning Of the end of you and me By picture number twenty-four My heart ached with fresh misery I remember degrading lies Humiliating me. Holding these painful memories Wishing I hadn’t pulled them from the trash Sobbing now I can remember My heart a burned, blackened ash |
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since 2000-02-09
Posts 209 |
Is this real or part of the fiction? If it`s real....Im so sorry for your pain.. If it`s fiction....GOOD JOB!!! I sure hope this isn`t real???? Today is the first day of the rest of my life. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Fiction...as so many replied in my other poem that they would rescue the film and have it developed, I wanted to write about what could happen if I did.... thanks! |
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Wizzard Member
since 2000-02-09
Posts 209 |
OK...THEN SHAME,SHAME ON ALL OF YOU THAT TOLD POET TO GO GET THAT FILM OUT OF THE TRASH....SEE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE..LOL Today is the first day of the rest of my life. |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
First, let me say Excellent work! This one is even better than the first part, both in emotion and power. Secondly, even if it was true, it is important to remember the past, no matter how painful. It is only whether or not we dwell on it that determines if it is damaging or not. If we do not choose to remember the past, we are doomed to repeat it. I am not a poet, I am merely one who speaks in emotion [This message has been edited by Mistikman (edited 02-12-2000).] |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
You captured the feeling of "what could have" greatly deVine. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Fiction too real. Now you can throw them away ! Myself, I would have to keep them to remind myself that the pain was as real as I'd imagined and to assure myself that I lived to smile for another photograph. Boy ! Bet you were glad WalMart wasn't running a 2 for 1 special ! What inspiration you got from the replies. Good job, gal. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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