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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
PANTOMIME...The telling of a story without words, by means of bodily movements, gestures, and facial expressions We sit at the breakfast table Eggs slowly growing cold on your plate As you fiddle with your tie And adjust your watch at your wrist The silence is a wall We no longer know how to climb And each day it gets higher As brick by brick each grievance we add You head off to your job You hate it I know All your dreams have dissolved As the years stumbled past I do the housework Then find myself with too much time So I go to clean a closet To empty my hurting mind I pull down an unmarked box And as I open the lid Memories start to spill forth Of all the good times we shared Heres the poem you wrote me After our first date And the picture you painted For our wedding day How could I have forgotten How much these little things mean to you You dont draw anymore You dont write I hurried and changed Grabbed my purse and my keys Went shopping for memories And a future When you came home And went to our bedroom to change Across our bed was a present A gift, and a plea, of forgiveness I heard your steps on the stairs Then your voice calling me I turned to meet your eyes Hoping you had understood There was a look of confusion In your eyes I could see But your kiss said it all No more walls Now each morning has meaning Each touch a new gift Our love has no boundaries We dont have to pretend |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Beautiful work Paula! I love the truth in this one...all too often does a relationship go sour because of lack of trying to resurrect it. Everyone should remember that there was a reason why they loved that person in the first place....and I've often thought that talking about the one you love behind their back only makes you look bad! You were the one that chose them in the first place. Great stuff dear poet lady!! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
I just read an entire TV movie in a short few lines. I even cried in the appropriate spaces. It was only after the tears quit flowing that I realized: this was such a truthful and honest poem presented with disciplined structure. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Paula---this is so vivid! I could hear the footsteps and see the closet. Great imagery. Really great poem...and message. |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
A testament to how powerful simple truths are, your words riveted me and reminded me to go open a box of memories, Thank you for a wonderful poem. Regards, Olias. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
ethome...you are right sweet poet...no matter how bad things are you shouldnt say things about your mate...not to other people...and I know there are times when you have to let go...but you should try really try first...hugs my friend Julian...you flatter me...and I thank you for that...and I have never been called disciplined before...thanks again...Im truly happy I could move you... JLR...Im glad I could make you see...I was hoping for just that effect cuz I could see it so clear but wasnt sure I was getting that across...THANKS OLIAS...I hope you found pleasant ones waiting...thank you |
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