Open Poetry #14 |
The living zooms and toots on by |
Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
The living zooms and toots on by. I'm not known to be dead only few confirm me alive sigh I'm betwixt, neither one or the other and definitely not in my place wherever that is, whatever that is. (smile) The gravel crunches under my step as I walk over to you. I see names sleeping to my left to my right, some for hundreds of years and some just starting out. Apart from the many beds of stone and marble, let's not forget the plastic flowers, it is pretty here. There are trees to provide shade, birds, park benches for visitors like myself. I know you are here, somewhere among the sleeping and the living, for the living zooms and toots on by. I am sure I felt you sit beside me as the wind blew and scurried the leaves, I want to be home with you Antonietta wherever that is, whatever that is. (smile) Angel of Darkness 13/6/01 [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 06-13-2001).] |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
OMG - sweet sister of my soul. I'm speechless. And wow...I can't CAN'T find adequate words for this piece...what comes to mind is heartwrenching, beautiful, tender... they're not adequate to assign to the way you feel though... just know I'm here for you..and I know you miss her dear. Love you always. Tiggs, K |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
creeeepy oh yuh I liked |
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jenni Member
since 1999-09-11
Posts 478Washington D.C. |
maree– this was so sad, beautiful, and touching.... i loved the repetition of “wherever that is / whatever that is”, the little things you notice (esp. those plastic flowers), and the sensory details you give with the crunching gravel and the wind and the scurrying leaves... very well done, maree. thanks for sharing this, jenni |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Maree--This poem is so atmospheric with a feeling of emptyness...great writing, my friend...Hugs! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
The living may zoom and toot on by but at least you've been honest with yourself in this! A matter of time I'd say......I love the irony of this... "Apart from the many beds of stone and marble, let's not forget the plastic flowers, it is pretty here. There are trees to provide shade, birds, park benches for visitors like myself." The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
The gravel crunches under my step as I walk over to you. I see names sleeping to my left to my right, some for hundreds of years and some just starting out. Apart from the many beds of stone and marble, let's not forget the plastic flowers, it is pretty here. There are trees to provide shade, birds, park benches for visitors like myself. tender and sad, even its darkest lines are filled with beauty. Excellent Maree. "Build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life". Terry Pratchett |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wonderfully done! I could 'feel' this one deep in my heart Maree! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
SB, thanks so much for your lovely reply and for your caring hon. Yes I know you are here for me Yes I miss her so much and even more when it is our Birthday. Walty, too creepy for ya? c'mon now, not that creepy. But I am glad you liked. Jenni, thanks for coming over and having a read I'm glad you liked it. Marite, yep that is how I feel when it is "our" birthday, she isnt here to share it with me. Thanks for your lovely reply ethome, I am glad you liked it, thanks for stopping by to read. Brian, I thank you so very much. Sharon, thank you so much hon, I appreciate your reply. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Lighting candles lovie---we should dance and sing into hairbrushes and giggle too much and play with make up--I love you my sista! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Sweet Serenity, me Sista, you have me in tears girlie... Yes we should dance and sing into hairbrushes and play with make-up giggling. sounds like so much fun hon Many (((((HUGS))))) Hon..... I love you too , Thanks for lighting the candles hon. [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 06-14-2001).] |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
You are making it more and more difficult for me to pick a favourite from amongst your many many wonderful poems Mmy,,, but this one is surely one of them... big hug for you dear.... There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
What a write!!! Could truly feel the feel associated with this one, my friend, Maree... (((hugs))) to you, and Many regards, sudhir |
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