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Snow

Senior Member

since 2000-10-16

Posts 1170
desert flower looking for rain

0 posted 2001-01-17 03:33 PM

Self Storage

In
back
of
the
closet
in
a
box
marked
"stuff"

I
placed
my
bloody
beating
heart

My
beaten
broken
bones

Never
forgotten
disquieted
dreams

And
quickly
walked
away

"...I am a river in winter,
quiet in the eyes of most
but deep,
swift and full of life
to one, lucky enough to fall through the ice.

doreen peri
Member Elite

since 1999-05-25

Posts 3812
Virginia

1 posted 2001-01-17 03:35 PM

wow!

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2001-01-17 03:37 PM

ditto doreen

Elizabeth Santos
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-11-08

Posts 9269
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2001-01-17 03:43 PM

That's a great place to hide pain
At least for a While
Until your ready to open the box
This poem hurts

Well done
Liz

mark woolard
Member

since 2001-01-02

Posts 143

4 posted 2001-01-17 04:13 PM

is this a "tell-tale heart"? if so, it won't be ignored for long.

excellent words!

mark woolard
Member

since 2001-01-02

Posts 143

5 posted 2001-01-17 04:13 PM

is this a "tell-tale heart"? if so, it won't be ignored for long.

excellent words!

mark woolard
Member

since 2001-01-02

Posts 143

6 posted 2001-01-17 04:13 PM

is this a "tell-tale heart"? if so, it won't be ignored for long.

excellent words!

SEA

Moderator

Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

7 posted 2001-01-17 09:04 PM

Snow~ I hope you're able to open that box again soon.....powerful write!

-SEA

Honeybee
Member Ascendant

since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

8 posted 2001-01-17 10:42 PM

And I also, with a deep breath do say WOW! If only you knew how much this speaks of my heart. This poem deeply moved me, even though I try to hold back the tears.

By miracle may someone open that box
to cradle your heart to life once more,
a knight to kiss the dreams of your soul, to open the door
to a bleeding heart that weeps and rusts,
a safe haven it is, but eventually even stone turns to dust

Take care,
Melissa< !signature-->

The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams

[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 01-17-2001).]

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