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helen smith
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since 2001-03-12

Posts 240

0 posted 2001-03-28 04:46 PM

My husband.
His bed.
A quilt patch worked with the stains of laughter.
Rails  framing  a kalaedescope of his life.
Children begetting  and begotten
         forgetting and forgotten.
He was young.Then.
He  would be young  again.
How I longed to be beneath his rib  from whence I came.
He would kiss my feet,but I lifted him up.
Our secrets   were ours alone .
Together.
Still young we would love each other till forever.
From his bed  I'll never be  ..
Until he's had more pleasure than me.

bslicker

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since 2000-12-04

Posts 2321
state of mind

1 posted 2001-03-28 05:46 PM

Bravo!!! Bravo!!! Great write, library it goes.
Bernie
A

a day keeps the world

'G..

Bernie Slicker

Panne415
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since 2001-03-21

Posts 104
San Antonio

2 posted 2001-03-28 05:58 PM

Helen, This is beautifully written and shows not only the husband but the wife as well. The 3rd line is particularly moving. I am not sure what you meant by the last line - it threw me a bit but it could be where I am mentally today. But the rest was superb. Thanks for sharing this. Panne

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2001-03-29 08:51 PM

HelenS~
Charmed write !

What a classic line this is -

'How I longed to be beneath his rib
from whence I came.'

Wonderful !
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Waseem Cheema
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since 2001-03-16

Posts 369
Pakistan

4 posted 2001-03-30 06:26 AM

Really a sweet poem having 100% truth.

"Our secrets were ours alone ."

Now they r not your alone. I too know some of them.......heeeeee heeeeeee

I love to nice poetry.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2001-03-30 09:18 AM

I enjoyed the spacing between the words, leaves open thought...

and so other thoughts...creep in

I think you've just given me an idea....

good read!

coyote
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since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

6 posted 2001-03-30 11:35 AM

Forever young,
the timeless,
enduring gift of love.

Beautiful. Thanks

"The poet is the priest of the invisible."
Wallace Stevens

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