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| Open Poetry #9 |
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Wandering Zombies of Suburbia |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Zombies of Suburbia For years there was nothing. It filled us up with time. We sat across our table, Unseeing, unfeeling, Lay in our marriage bed Back to back, never touching. We had both died together But someone forgot to bury us So our bodies carried on, We of the Wandering Zombies of Suburbia. There were plenty of others like us, So we thought we were okay. We went to the annual cocktail party Stopped after two glasses of California wine, Nibbled on low fat hors d’oeuvres, Hired the popular gardener, Had two-point-five kids, Sent them to good schools, Never got visibly angry, Drove the right cars. But at night when we came home only this big house existed, it swallowed us up, greedily feeding on the nothingness that was us. Now. Today. I feel too much, Water won’t stop flowing from my eyes. I see humans walking around at airports Looking lost, happy, old, sad, And I wonder about them, Thinking it is too hard to be alive. I rage. I’ve cried everyday For three months. I love again, all emotions living. © 2000 Corinne Bailey |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is the kind of stuff I can relate to, see it every day...very well written perspective Corinne |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Even though it hurts it's better to be among the living again, isn't it, Corinne? Great expression this is! Denise |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Corinne, you wonderful poet you, this is REALLY REALLY well done!! There is nothing zombier than laying in bed back to back.... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corinne~ This is so good ...  A moving piece. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Passing Shadows, Denise, Balladeer and Marge. Sept 3rd would have been the 12th anniversary, plus was the first one since the big D, thoughts have been running in the past. Corinne |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
wow corrine... this is really good.... fits right into a collection I'm going to have at my site... would be delighted if you would submit it!  |
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SEA
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Corinne~ this is so sad....I see it every time I go down to the valley.....sorry to hear of your "D"....I hope that hurt heals soon..... -SEALive,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
This is so fabulously penned, Corinne... The fact saddens me though... Excellent read... thanks for sharing... regards, sudhir |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Local Rebel, I'd be honored, just send me the link! Thank you, SEA and Sudhir, well, life is what it is. The odd thing is the swing from feeling nothing to this open exposure to emotions. Wasn't expecting it. Corinne |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
For years there was nothing. It filled us up with time. We sat across our table, Unseeing, unfeeling, Lay in our marriage bed Back to back, never touching. We had both died together But someone forgot to bury us So our bodies carried on, ==================== I call it being content in my discontent ... and somewhere along the line... I just got really good at it. sad but true .... with your usual gift of grace... you penned a heartstroke... and a poem of reality for far too many a "portrait in complacentcy" ... exceptional, honest, work from you C, I know you find healing and strength when you write take care jm There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
This is one I've written on the same subject.. It was originally titled Undertow... One Becomes a Woman Again in Dreams © by Night Hawke Minivanned waves of Suburbia sucking pulling in undertow Drowning swelling crests of middle class serfdom through another day of happy meal hell Blondish brandishers of overstated implanted life jackets bobbing up, down stepfording in step selfing themselves feigning they aren't sucking out to sea turn into the water in which they drown the next cummer wondering how they drifted so far And tonite one becomes a woman again in dreams the URL to my site is Insurrection |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I'm learning how truly scary it can be to read some of the poetry here- The thoughts you've expressed look like they could have come from my own diary (If I kept one) truly. = My god is a loving god - a just god - and does not do dumb. I believe yours is the same - I will continue to work and pray we both come alive as we've a right to soon Great writing Corinne |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Sometimes getting through the pain is the only thing that shows us we are truly alive...and we are stronger for it...thanks for sharing what must be a difficult and painful time...and please know you are in my thoughts and prayers. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Janet Marie, I got real good at it too, so good that I didn't realize life was passing me by, it's like a form of death. Coming out of it is essential to life, but it ain't no picnic. Still, the rewards are great. Thank you for your kind, gentle words. peace to you. Local Rebel/Night Hawke - incredible poem and such strong parallels we have! I'll check out your sight and submit the poem, although I've since revised it a bit. Thank you! Wilfred, it's true what they say, we aren't really alone in our experiences, we share them all at one time or another if we live life at all. But the road to healing is full of potholes and sometimes we even wish for the life we once had, it seems easier than feeling everything sometimes. That's when we must remember that we are feeling because we are alive. Thank you for your kind words. Paula, thank you, I'm much happier now, but with happiness and love and emotions come the price of sadness, too. Corinne |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
This is way to sad for one that has shown us the happier side of life. I am hoping things work out for you and when you are there just let me know and I'll take a ride in your hum vee with ya. Said so powerfully and so well....the pain and misery are all to well felt. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Revised Version - For years there was nothing. It filled us up with time. We sat across our table, Unseeing, unfeeling, Or in our marriage bed Back to back, never touching. We had both died together But someone forgot to bury us So our bodies carried on, We of the Wandering Zombies of Suburbia. We went to the annual cocktail party Stopped after two glasses of wine, Nibbled on low fat hors d’oeuvres, Hired the trendy gardener, Had two-point-five kids, Sent them to good schools, Never got visibly angry, Drove the right cars. But at night when we came home Only this big house existed, It swallowed us up, greedily Feeding on the nothingness That was us. Now. Today. I feel too much, Water won’t stop flowing from my eyes. I see people walking around airports Lost, happy, old, sad, I wonder about them, Thinking it is hard to be alive. As each one passes by I become an empathetic sponge A part of them departs, Enters me, taking from me. I rage. I’ve cried everyday For three months, I love again. Whenever I am tempted To shut down I call upon All emotions living. © 2000 Corinne Bailey |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Hey Corinne my friend nice to see you! Sadly wonderful work...or wonderfully sad. You are a poet with a gift you know. Hugs K"He looked across the silky surface of the Severn... it was a famously difficult river with fierce tides..." From Jack Maggs |
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