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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Night Flight Virginia Salter can’t recall if he was coming or going just know he wasn’t there and we three were again out in the chill, night air on foot in the dark, seeking refuge or something the distributor cap gone removed to keep us caged pebbles, sharp and moving under each step cars passing by like elements of time marking our fears our unrest memory ends here is it contrivance that it does so is it blacked out because of something more frightening or is it just a feeble mind strung with threads woven over less used cerebral tissue a tear seems on the verge a lump almost forms in my throat as I recall the night’s walk the trembling within my young mind, heart and body what did my brother feel? my mother? why did it just fade into our history as we all reunited for years more until we were grown with like interludes echoing now and then long before the world knew dysfunction as a sin ©April 11, 2000 |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
There are a few childhood memories I have that might reflect to some as coming from a "dysfunctional family"...yet still our family members somehow stuck together and maintained their love for each other without the aid of counselors, psychologists, etc. "long before the world knew dysfunction as a sin" I am not particularly fond of the phrase "Dysfunctional family" as it seems to be too easily used as a catchall for even the slightest of family ills. It also seems, in the minds of some, to be a terminal state rather than something that can be worked through and corrected. IMO, the pendulum really needs to swing back quite a few degrees towards strong family values....from the "me" to the "we" generation. Vas...please DO NOT take this as being an attack on your poem because it isn't. (I hope it somewhat supports what you are saying.) Your poem is a well written and thought out piece that has touched upon some of my old memories and produced a somewhat emotional (and wordy) reply. This is a most excellent write filled with evocative images! Mike |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
It is what you say it is. Well done. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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