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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Yellowed, as an ancient scroll, I marveled at its weightlessness. Breaks in creases at the fold, I sneaked a peek with thief's finesse. Superbowl. Monday, after, my home in disarray... Aftermath war of good cheer ashtrays overflowed to spillage. Crumbled napkins, bowl of chips, Ick. Yep, that IS the dip, growing butt of cigarette-- I grimaced. Tossed it in the can. On my couch, A guest, undone. Unbelted, fly down to his crotch, exposing swollen hairy belly of man accustomed to imbibe. Shirt buttoned wrong, lips white at edge. scaled powder remnant of drunken drool-- mumbling words from drunk man's head... I found a sheet to cover him, and knew it was for me instead. On his back his hand outstretched, fingers curled, he seemed to point-- my gaze followed his direct, and found his beer close at hand, now warm, and almost full... With a snap of sheet unfold, my gaze fell to meet the floor. There at my feet I found the note-- parchment, really, in old age... The script was neat, rounded--fancy-- penned by a 'girly-girl'. My eyes darted to the signature, as quick as can be said, "Don't look." I swooned with recognition. I knew this girl quite well. I knew that she was but thirteen... Hypnotized, I had to read... And no, I will not share it now, the things his daughter said. A sacrilege for me to read words from girl fifteen years dead. But know she wrote "I love you, Dad!" (tiny heart for exclamation's dot...) "I'm sorry, Mom." was her post script Dad's pistol fired its last shot. Oh remorse! Understanding, of heart arriving minute late... I placed his treasure, back on the floor, my back bent beneath its weight. [This message has been edited by serenity (edited 06-11-2000).] |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
serenity, Oh how truly sad this one is. Looks as though he never got over it. It is a shame they were too late. Perhaps he never forgave himself for it? Not sure. Powerful poem. Very nice work. Lone Wolf Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thank you, Lone Wolf--for taking the time to read and reply...much appreciated....was rather long and a difficult subject as well...you have me gratitude... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I have no words ... me thinks none are needed ... me loves ya, truly jm And it's good that I'm not angry, I just need to get over, I'm not angry, anymore Cry when you cry, run when you run, love when you love, represent the ashes that you leave behind ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Well that was sad. Very well done though. I enjoyed reading it. |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
I thought it was goignto be a sort of upbeat funny poem about the after amths of superbowl parties...I was quite taken aback towards the end....well done!!  |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
Sorry about the Typos....it is very early in the morning here where I am....  |
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nando Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 87Vaxjo, Smaland, Sweden |
Serenity... This one strikes right into the soul of me... Powerful poem that makes me think and wonder about the cruelty o´f life. And the saying that time heals all wounds becomes doubtful reading this... Thank you for sharing... -nando- Ask me how to live your life, and this to you I´ll say: make your choises true and wise, so that when tomorrow will arise, you´ll smile at yesterday... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks to all. Her name was Jennifer. She took her life on Father's Day. The autopsy revealed that she was 16 weeks into her pregnancy. Her favorite color was lavender. Rest in Peace, Jen. |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
i don't mean to bring this poem up if it is to arousing to the saddend soul, of which i now well enough of, this is a really good peice of structured saddness and remorse. i could see the words reminiscing them selves. kindly, redheart angrybraids |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Oh you just jerked my heart out here and I'm mopping up my tears with it. Very very well done! |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
i saw a post of yours in the book forum... which led me here... this is an awesome piece... i'm going to read more of your writing... you have a talent for free verse which is very powerful. thanks for the read. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
What a heart-aching read ... sorry I missed this while I was away Please pass on my condolences |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
serenity. . . there really are no words. . . superb telling. . . I know that this took a lot. . . ----------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I wanted to thank everyone again, it's always a shock for me to see something from the "archives"--O I thank you much for that. Most especially, redheart angrybraids, I vote for you just for the best name, and doreen, too, thank you... You made me day...much gratitude....to ALL. |
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