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Tulle Time |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Tulle Time there are stages in ages we remember and perhaps some will come in later Novembers all I have is a photo’s memory a love to dance to raise arms in reverie but the memory is of fear and disquiet something held back in a long ago riot a black and white and my age? but three and girls in tulle, with umbrellas, all little ones, we small children, our ages so varied and the spotlight we shyly carried as the old black and white photo shows little then did I know my first time in colored rouge but it did not show my tears deluge hard to know why the limelight hard to think it was my parents delight to put me in a place of show when their little one was shy, just so timid, but the photo shows a pasted smile is there hard to believe I had asked for stares all I remember is falling down a wonder then I didn’t break my crown the memory of what went on came behind curtains, off stage I believe fear is why my mother’s face set in rage as fact was I had hurt myself she then and there put me on a shelf it’s not her fault, it’s a mother’s fear as children hold mothers hearts so dear no memory of the camera’s flash but only that someone in their rash had moved too fast, or decided to quick and the moment, gone, it went in the click there is a dream for which I still yearn a dancer’s stance my ankles still burn Karilea |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Wow. I never danced as a child...still I understand the dissapointment of this. Love the b/w images of memories. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Aww, Karilia...I know this feeling...for I was there too. You have told it so wonderfully, as usual! |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Me three, I danced as well, but all the way until I was 19, so I have the pictures. What a memory you penned. ~ Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance ~And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance ~ I hope you dance. (Lee Ann Womack) |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Sunshine- Wow...I felt this right along with you. You've penned the story well. hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Well done, sweet poet ... you dance so lightly through the memories~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
The challenges of childhood and the expectations of parents, all now memories which we hold dear, I am sure that all these experiences make us who we are and give us the inspirations which we seem to always find. We would all love to dance in our dream of romance, but it becomes a little harder in this the real world. You painted a lovely picture with your words once again, the black and white photo flashed in my mind again and again. Great read. Rick |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Well told! Puts me in mind of the book/s I'm reading, Beverly Cleary's memoirs and some of her juvenile books as well. She has many tales that were spawned from her real-life insecurities as a child and young adult. This is meant to say, this could be you some day, writing your memoirs because people want to really know the author.  |
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