Open Poetry #10 |
The Fleecing of Mara |
Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Her arms embraced a ruby bloom; sweet the blood she licked away, now a thistle takes the place where her arm once flexed. Its season prolonged by rusty awning drops collected under phases of the moon. She used to have a head full of platinum blonde tresses til red clay under tread of bike wheels dyed them. Auburn suits her skin tone now, a pasty wool as the weather fades. "Maa Maa" she used to intone when I flexed her joints, louder when I twisted her knees. I wanted her to dance, not caring her blinking protests. She was my princess and could do anything I imagined. She used to be my confidante back when she had a good head. She retained my fantasies of the boy next door who toted acne cream in his hip pocket. I was confident she wouldn't tell because I never saw her lips move. She leans against the corner of the old detached garage. Plastic eyes, one wide open, the other dull behind curled lashes, some missing. I can see her though. ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. ---Song of Gesture |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
beautiful memories chanson~..I wonder where mine is stored if anywhere...I lost track of it years ago... ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
My mom saved just about everything from my/my brothers' childhood....from music box, doll and rock collections to report cards, scouting uniforms, even artwork made in elementary school. Some might call her a pack rack but I'm grateful she held on to the memories and in turn passed them on to us. ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. ---Song of Gesture |
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Masked Intruder
Moderator
Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
I'm still trying to pull myself out of my childhood and drag it with me at the same time. Memories can certainly be that alleged fountain of youth. thanks for the wonderful read |
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