Open Poetry #13 |
Biking |
Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Biking you saw it, you had to ~ My Girl ~ that was me, maybe not the same decade, but the girl and the bike and the skinned shins on skinny knees supporting that smile that lifted the breeze a little wise beyond my years still some naïveté held my fears but just let me get to my bike and the world could take a hike for I had the breeze and the breeze had me and blonde hair pony-tailed along in windy ease California living meant more to me then, good times were happening and we didn’t know when the times would change but day would creep into another day and everyone seemed fairly merry in their way how is it some know that there is more in store and set memories aside as they walk through life’s door I recall one instant day Dad said “come what may, you will want to remember now,” and he was right in his way, somehow so from that time to now, I find that when I do a certain thing or two I say to me “remember this” and I put it aside in a room called “Bliss” where my biking days are held where certain memories go to meld where certain smells and sounds and colors reside and transport me back when I want to bide with my friends and with my family who are not here now where I recall one instant day when Dad said “come what may, you will want to remember now,” and we go biking, together and his smile is my smile and we believe in the somehow |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
wow...I love. Believe in the somehow...cool. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--another special look into the someplace...thank you. |
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Just A Woman Senior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 507 |
Sunshine, I just loved this glimpse of you! "Often the test of courage is not to die but to live" |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Memories are shields somehow that protect and nuture us. They rightly become sacred to us, for we are the stories we tell. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Thanks for the nostalgic ride - I find that when I do a certain thing or two I say to me “remember this” and I put it aside in a room called “Bliss” You'd have to know that I'm fond of this one. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
"Believing in somehow", great "K". You took me "somewhere", I haven't been there for a while. Thanks. "The poet is the priest of the invisible." |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Sunshine~ I have a room just like yours.....you made me cry with this...... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is wonderful. . . you know that I love this. . . ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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