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Where Are You Norma Jean?
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Where Are You Norma Jean? |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA 
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She strolled by ever so casually dropping her handkerchief with an obviously pseudo-accidental slip of the hand. I know she was expecting me to scoop it off the sidewalk and run after her just like in days of old when ladies with subtle flair called attention to themselves in such a fashion. What possessed me, I still don't know but I grabbed it and ran after her almost whispering...Miss...Miss!!! hoping I wouldn't be noticed by others. She turned acting surprised, placing dirty fingers to her wrinkled lips. I believe this is yours, I said. Why thank you, kind sir, she replied. Her sunken eyes twinkled at me as she stuffed the handkerchief into her ragged shirtsleeve. For a moment I watched her weathered face with its hollow cheeks and a scrunched up toothless smile looking up at me as if waiting for an introduction. Awkwardly hooked, I said I'm Mike. She extended a confident crusty hand whispering... I'm Miss Monroe, so nice to meet you. As I shook her rough hand my stomach churned with pity and guilt. What comfort could I give this old lady, what words, actions or material things would make life o.k. for her? I was in over my head as I repeated her name... Yes, that's right she whispered again, Miss Monroe...Theeee Miss Monroe ya know. I had opened the door and she began to put her foot in it, with such vivid fantasies of movies and stardom and wealth and tycoons and politicians and on and on and on she went with stories, no not stories but her life as she felt she had lived it and I was hooked... not awkwardly, but excitedly and warmly and appreciative that I could share. It had grown late as I listened to her. Time flew by quickly with each enchanting account of Camelot as I had never known it.... and now, as much as I hated to it was time to say goodbye, but not before I asked for her autograph. |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
this is moving... its funny how once we humans overcome the initial barriers between us, we only then come to realize the light that is in everyone's soul. Love is God. Love is war. Love is what your life is for. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
What a great, sweet story...that last line really got me. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PackRatMike~ Should I ever reach such a station in life - I would hope that you would stroll by - I'd drop my hanky !  Such lovely heart in this piece~ Thank you for a sensitively tender render. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
It's amazing how someone we never really get to know can have an affect on us for the rest of our lives. Those who were in existence at her passing surely wonder what it might have been like to have her around into 'old age.' Beautifully, heartfully rendered poem, Packratmike! |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mike~ this is one of the sweetest poems I think I have EVER read......I loved this....very touching....and in my library  SEA |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is absolutely charming...fantastic job with this one mike! |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
Eagle Scorpion...thank you, there is a spark within each of us that lights a common path for us to share. JLR...I'm really glad you like this one...my muse just seemed to take off with this one, done in 15 minutes. lol Marge...And I would pick it up without hesitation for you. Thank you so much for your kind words. VAS...When I began writing this one, Marilyn was not even on my mind. I had no intentions of writing about her, yet, something brought her to this poem and it took off. I guess that's the effect she's had on me. Thank you for the nice comments. SEA...It's so nice of you to say this and I really appreciate it. Thank you. serenity...Glad you enjoyed it. This is one of my magically written poems....it just seemed to have a will of its own. Mike |
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