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Sunshine

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0 posted 2001-03-30 03:31 PM

Last Night With Dickens

You know how it is, being open to all deep thoughts
especially when you've read of life's tragedies brought
to the forefront by authors now long since dead and gone
and you wonder and ponder what 'twas pushed them on.

And it was

By candlelight and quill pen the writers thus wrote
with sheaves of papers, did all first thoughts denote
the exact proper phrase, or were rewrites a given?
Ah, to be transported back, and see them all now living.

Then,

'Twas "Charles" I'd been reading, copyright 1962
and a young lady wrote in there all that she knew
of Dickens life, as if there by his side was she,
and as if by a moment's magic, I was pulled in to see

(oh how life is)

That Dickie's life was platted out while he was so young
and even while a child, he perceived how things had begun
long before he was of an age to have experienced thus,
the life forces with which he would become so entrussed.

Fascinated, I saw

His wife, dear Kate, kept closed her intellect's door
while her adept sister, Mary, loved Charlie even more,
so thus he kept them both quite close, their spirits he adored
while he kept composing, drafting, bewitching, … writing ever more.

I watched as

During the worthy times, pending the destitute days
he always found that he had something profound to say
and say it he did, his quill quivering, writing furiously now
his words a panacea, as he mopped the sweat there from his brow.

Quiet desperation, love,

But when his Mary died, his suffering became despair
and I felt heartsick for him, 'tho bigotry he had dared
right in front of his own wife, beautiful, sweet, solemn Kate,
the two so needed in his life, bigotry his welcome mate.

And then,

Last night Charlie came, he beckoned unto me
and in my reverie, I dreamt then that I could see
his frock coat so, his broadcloth so purely white
he said "So, I understand your desire is then to write."

Thus, I replied

"Yes, sir, but your talented ways, those I have not,
so you see, all I have before me, is all that I have got
and while it will not change the world as you have rightly done,
I'll still give my doubtful talent some room to play and run."

Said Charlie, so kind,

"Well, keep it up, do a slap-up job" and then Charlie, with a nod,
flowed from my dreams, his vision blurred, then so softly bobbed
gently out of sight, gone, but never again out of mind
for his true life story touched me deeply, though sublime.

and the epilogue,

With my apologies to Charlie, and to all of you
and my thanks, and prayers, that none of you will rue
the day I came to visit, and with you here I share
my dreams, my hopes, my visions,
and all the expressions that I dare.

©KRJ
29 August 1999

suthern

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1 posted 2001-03-30 04:05 PM

"all I have before me, is all that I have got"

And that's all that is needed, Sunshiney one, for you to give us gifts such as this. *S* Well done!!

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2 posted 2001-03-30 04:37 PM

Oh gosh, this is so beautiful! You just pulled me in. It's amazing how the writers of the past can still inspire and touch us today, hundreds and even thousands of years after their deaths. You describe your connection with this great writer beautifully, and I'm so glad you decided to share it again!

"Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli

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3 posted 2001-03-30 06:06 PM

Adventurous romantic poem I enjoyed this.

Martie

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4 posted 2001-03-30 06:40 PM

Karilea--I hadn't seen this before...I love it..so facinating the way you played it with such interesting and delightful poetry.

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5 posted 2001-03-30 11:05 PM

How anyone could not like this poem beats the dickens out of me!

Sunshine

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6 posted 2001-03-30 11:11 PM

....LOL....last, first: 'Deer, you responded to this poem some time ago [check the date...] but glad to know that I haven't pulled the Dickens over your eyes....

Martie....so glad you caught it this time...believe it or not....it's one of my fav's....

Craig, thank you, Sir.....

Lovebug...it's that "putting yourself in another's shoes..." that works well with me...try it sometime....the connection with the writer was....I think I would have thought that way....but unfortunately, so many of us do not have the time nor leisure to wallow in our dreams.....

suthern.....exactly.....and to this day.....and tomorrow, I will thank you for the underlying compliment your bestowed.....thank you dear lady.....

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