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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
In a cubical I once called my home I reminience The walls hold memories One by one I dismissed I lie on my bed Looking at those cold hard stucco walls Hearing faint echos of words Said long ago Learning new lessons From a previous life One that I discarded For a life more free from strife This room was once a prison I was a prisoner of war My only hope was The thought of freedom So why did I return to this cubicle Where there are writings on the wall A part of me was left here In bits and pieces I'm finding parts of me That lay hidden Buried in the past Parts that should have been cherished But were scattered in a blast Picking up the pieces I'm finding the edges of this thing That was called my life A complicated jigsaw puzzle Worth every bit of perserverance In spite of everything I've lived a beautiful life |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I am glad you were able to pick up the pieces. Joyce |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
… life A complicated jigsaw puzzle Worth every bit of perserverance … Yes. Enjoyed the read. Melton |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Songbird: Enjoyed your poem and your search for pieces left behind. Sometimes we never find them, no matter how we try. Glad that your life has been beautiful. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SongBird~ Softly written of times of remember~ 'Picking up the pieces I'm finding the edges of this thing That was called my life' I enjoyed this~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Lady, For some reason your presence here calms me, and your work is always something to ponder. Its so wonderful to see you. Are you still in Mississippi? *Jenn* How grave is my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so. |
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laryalee2 Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 96British Columbia, Canada |
Songbird, this is marvellous! We all have our cubicles, I think -- and you've portrayed it so well... although some don't want to go home. Lary |
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BSC
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since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
So nice to know that when the "puzzle" is finally taking shape, and we finally find the edges and corners, the last two lines can be so simply stated. Beautiful write Songbird ~ Bonnie |
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Anonymity Junior Member
since 2002-06-11
Posts 45 |
As life is always worth the wait, I enjoy your poem and the sharing of some on your pain. You can not run from whom you are and your past is merely one small part. For what I see is a poet whom has put together a work of art. |
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