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John Yaws
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since 1999-10-09
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0 posted 2000-09-10 01:59 AM

I dwell here with my memories-
Of years which now have flown.
Surrounded by acquaintances...
All of whom are gone.

The night times are my sustenance-
I live within my dreams.
The daytimes are my nightmares,
And drag like years, it seems.

I think of childhood crushes-
Of little boys and girls...
Who played like they were grown-ups...
And players in this world.

Football games, and drive-ins
But, oh, so long ago...
If only I could turn back time-
I would; this much I know.

I think of friends, and comrades-
It seems they all have died.
And sought that ephemeral world-
While shutting me outside.

My brother comes to haunt me,
His smile, his foolish pride-
Which led him to destruction-
In ninety-six he died.

My life’s composed of dreamdust-
They, only, pleasure give...
And only as I sleep at night...
Do I truly live.

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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704

1 posted 2000-09-10 07:17 AM

Oh this is so achingly sad...

touched me very deeply.

Thanks for it...


"He looked across the
silky surface of the Severn...
it was a famously difficult
river with fierce tides..."

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since 1999-12-27
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2 posted 2000-09-10 02:23 PM

Dear Troubadour, how I can relate to this piece, and my goodness, how well you've said it. Dreamdust brings so many back to me. Thank you, dear poet.

~ Claire

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau

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3 posted 2000-09-10 02:32 PM

You've sprinkled more than a little Dreamdust here.

Wonderfully well-penned.

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~

Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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4 posted 2000-09-10 07:44 PM

I can feel the aching loneliness in this, John. Very well expressed.


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