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Phantom Sterlings |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Phantom Sterlings By: Noah Eaton 12/28/01 I don't seem to have any retrospection It seems my memories are built around exaggeration Before this empty sandbox in my backyard I never felt any broken hearts I remember riding wild horses upon McIntyre Farm Now it's just an abandoned barn I've forgotten what it feels like to ride upon a sterling I've forgotten how it feels to feel so free Will I ever find my reflection Against the Bloody Mary sun? Or are all of these golden days done? Will I lose the spirit of the child That I used to be Will the landslide erode it to my feet? I remember rocking on my tire swing Watching the mountains waltz and sway Now this sandbox is empty I feel so rusty Have I losted my golden age? There were plenty of late summer mornings Where I'd run to the ice cream truck for a delicious treat Running barefoot on the sidewalk It's never been so easy Anyway I feel I've always been glimpsed by the hawk Will I ever find my reflection Against the Bloody Mary sun? Or are all of these golden days done? Will I lose the spirit of the child That I used to be Will the landslide erode it to my feet? I've seen it all I've missed it all All a part of me I've lost it all I've cried it all All that was a part of me Will I ever find my reflection Against the Bloody Mary sun? Or are all of these golden days done? Will I lose the spirit of the child That I used to be Will the landslide erode it to my feet? And now I'm lost Without a love I've never felt free All my memories are phantom sterlings Now I've got to get somewhere But I don't know where to start... [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (12-28-2001 04:56 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I remember feeling like this...not where I was as a child, but not where I want to be either...in the between...with lots of emotion. You describe it well. I hope you keep the child in you safe...to take out once in a while, for the joy of it! |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Noah, this part in particular made me feel so sad, and I understand the feeling. "And now I'm lost Without a love I've never felt free All my memories are phantom sterlings Now I've got to get somewhere But I don't know where to start " But you know what, your golden times are just starting. There is so much beauty ahead for you. I hope I get to hear about it all when it happens  |
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LadyShadowWalker Junior Member
since 2001-12-27
Posts 15Minnesota, USA |
Growing up is a hard thing to do. And your poem describes how many of us feel as we grow up and lose a sense of freedom that we once had.. of course there are those that never grow up..but for all purposes most of us have, and wish to have those carefree days in the sun. Good work! --Lady where rabbits and deer play, where hearts run free, that is where I am. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning...... |
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