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catalinamoon

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-03

Posts 9543
The Shores of Alone

0 posted 2001-05-27 10:58 PM

Late last night
walking backwards through the dark alley
of my soul
upon stumbling over trashcans
and truth
arose a revelation of sorts
a cracked photograph of past lives lived
of passions red bruised heart.

And late last night
treading softly through memories back door
jagged words fell from my lips
trailing brokenly behind yesterdays' dream
gathering dust beneath my feet
while roses, replete with thorns
grew untouched in a distant corner
of my mind.

[This message has been edited by catalinamoon (edited 05-28-2001).]

Victoria

Member Ascendant

since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

1 posted 2001-05-27 11:03 PM

hey girl ..been a long time..nicely done..as always

HUGS

~Victoria~

Every child is an artist. The challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up.

Pablo Picasso

pamela08
Junior Member

since 2001-05-27

Posts 27
California,USA

2 posted 2001-05-28 12:32 PM

i love your work it was a good read...well done

true beauty comes from within not from without

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2001-05-28 12:39 PM

CatalinaMoon~
I could visualize the struggling trip -

'walking backwards through the dark alley
of my soul'

Darkly portrayed~
Nicely done.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Krawdad
Member Elite

since 2001-01-03

Posts 2597

4 posted 2001-05-28 01:05 AM

Enjoyed this little trip through a bit of your convolutions. Perhaps that's why the brain looks the way it does . . .

Krawdad
/:-}==
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Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

5 posted 2001-05-28 02:34 AM

it's amazing what you'll find when you look at it differently. . .

excellent Sandra. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

brian madden
Member Elite

since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

6 posted 2001-05-28 03:02 PM

while roses, replete with throns
grew untouched in a distant corner
of my mind.

beautiful image Sandra. really enjoyed this one.

"you are what you own in this land, you can be king and it all depends on the view and what you can see" Whipping boy

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

7 posted 2001-05-28 03:10 PM

It's amazing how those late night reflections will fill the mind with so many different perspectives. This is a great poem .....love these words and thoughts

"treading softly through memories back door
jagged words fell from my lips
trailing brokenly behind yesterdays' dream"

I really like the poetic atmosphere of this piece!!

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

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

8 posted 2001-05-28 03:27 PM

*sigh* such sadness is woven in your magical words. My heart goes out to you, dear one. Thank you for sharing this with me today. {{{BIG HUGS}}}Much love to you from me.

Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams.
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SpitFire
Member Elite

since 2000-04-19

Posts 2396

9 posted 2001-05-28 03:28 PM

~Sandra,...thank you for the roses in this and you, and for seeing now that they're there and always have been. This is so wonderful to read, to see you here. *Peace you.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

10 posted 2001-05-28 03:40 PM

Hello Cat...it's been awhile...

they were pink roses, weren't they?....

Watersign6
Senior Member

since 2001-05-25

Posts 823
Hurricane,WV

11 posted 2001-05-28 04:24 PM

love this poem catalinamoon

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

12 posted 2001-05-28 05:25 PM

while roses, replete with throns
grew untouched in a distant corner
of my mind.

Hi catalinamoon, really enjoyed your poem and especially loved the lines above

Maree

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

13 posted 2001-05-28 05:47 PM

Sandra, good to see you again! Enjoyed!

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee

Titia Geertman
Member Ascendant

since 2001-05-07

Posts 5182
Netherlands

14 posted 2001-05-28 06:16 PM

You never know what to find in a trashcan, do you, maybe they should be looked over carefully before puting them outside.

Very nice write, thank you, Titia

A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess...
Feel free to use the pictures on my website. http://communities.msn.com/Titiasplace&naventryid=100

athena4
Senior Member

since 2000-12-10

Posts 622

15 posted 2001-05-28 06:49 PM

Sandra,
Such imagery and surrealism you have painted. The memories are always lurking around ever corner, and forever living in the corner of our hearts. Beautiful..
Love, Elise

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

16 posted 2001-05-28 07:23 PM

Catalina, Sweet..I loved this one and am saving it...forever..huggss

Maureen/~Wynter

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

17 posted 2001-05-28 08:35 PM

I like this very much. What it puts inside of my mind and heart make me think and feel.

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