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Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04
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0 posted 2001-06-13 12:06 PM


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
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Posts 7704

1 posted 2001-06-13 12:43 PM


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

wayoutwalt
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since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870
TEXAS (it's all big)
2 posted 2001-06-13 12:44 PM


creeeepy oh yuh I liked
jenni
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Posts 478
Washington D.C.
3 posted 2001-06-13 10:29 AM


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

Martie
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4 posted 2001-06-13 03:33 PM


Maree--This poem is so atmospheric with a feeling of emptyness...great writing, my friend...Hugs!
ethome
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since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada
5 posted 2001-06-13 04:31 PM


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
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

brian madden
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ireland
6 posted 2001-06-13 04:56 PM


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

Poet deVine
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Hurricane Alley
7 posted 2001-06-13 05:37 PM


Wonderfully done! I could 'feel' this one deep in my heart Maree!
Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095

8 posted 2001-06-14 01:49 AM


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.  

serenity blaze
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Posts 27738

9 posted 2001-06-14 02:01 AM


Lighting candles lovie---we should dance and sing into hairbrushes and giggle too much and play with make up--I love you my sista!


Dark Angel
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Posts 10095

10 posted 2001-06-14 02:11 AM


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).]

Jamie
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since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168
Blue Heaven
11 posted 2001-06-14 09:43 AM


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.
byron

Sudhir Iyer
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since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
12 posted 2001-06-14 12:11 PM


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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