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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
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*I've been gone for awhile, but I'm back. It's good to see everyone. Now, on the poem... I know that it's long and it's rusty... but it isn't fiction* The ashes cover all the ground A soft wind blows, no other sound… A broken spirit, a broken home My aunt, a widow left alone My pastor, my uncle, was taken away On that sunny summer day I rock myself alone in the dark Silent tears signal a broken heart The stars outside shine right on As if everything hasn’t turned out wrong I cry for comfort from above I cry for someone… I cry for love I hear a rustle in the grass Somehow I expected an angel to pass He was like an angel to me In the darkest days I thought could be He reached down and held me tight He said everything would be all right The days passed by without a sound After my uncle was put into the ground My angel held on, ‘twas more than show Our friendship… our love began to grow The wind begins to move the ashes A shape emerges as time passes… We sat and talked for quite awhile After all the pain, I learned to smile I smiled, and even came close to bliss That hazy day he stole that kiss He worked me through that dark strife That had followed me most of my life He helped to heal the scars, and then Finally… I could sing again I raised my voice to God above Thanking Him for my long-lost love Sometimes he’d hold me to his heart He said that we could never be apart… But I felt him drifting, I felt it now! Frantically I made some vows I promised him all the things he asked But I never really got the chance… He found another to love and hold He left me battered… He left me alone As the shape began to form and grow Another heap fell to the earth below But yet, a rustle came from beneath A little bird, burrowing with it’s beak She pushes her little shaded head though Shes determined to do what she has to do Slowly, slowly, inch my inch She digs herself from the little trench As she emerges, shes covered in soot Her colors are hidden, from head to foot A little cough, a little sneeze Clears the airway with the greatest of ease She flaps her wings, still weighed down From the dust of all the anguish she found She flutters a little, with a fall or two But she knows the task that she must do She finally runs, and with a mighty cry She up! She’s flying high in the sky Two women sit, one young, one old The relationship is easy to behold They sit with strength, smiling through pain As if the world is still the same One was betrayed by death alone She knows where her love is laid down low The other looks to the pew ahead and beholds Her betrayal by love, and he new girl he holds But yet… She’s batting her wings with frantic care She’s knows that she could easily fall from there But she’s determined to stay in the air… She sings, and this is her song Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. [This message has been edited by LoveBug (09-14-2002 04:55 PM).] |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"A little cough, a little sneeze Clears the airway with the greatest of ease She flaps her wings, still weighed down From the dust of all the anguish she found" "She flutters a little, with a fall or two But she knows the task that she must do She finally runs, and with a mighty cry She up! She’s flying high in the sky" What a beautifully flowing piece Erica ... it is so wonderful to read you again. I'm so sorry that this sorrow has touched both you and your Aunt, but you have captured your emotions in such a lovely way through these words. The change up in perspective flowed exceptionally well. Very nicely written, indeed. I've missed you, my young friend, and what a beautiful picture! Not only is it good to read you ... it's great to see you. You've been missed, my dear.  Best wishes and hugs, /Kit |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
ERICA!!!!!! It's so nice to read you (and love the new photo!). This poem is one of your best - it brought a tear to my eyes and then a smile and then more tears...you have really grown in your work my dear. I'm sorry for your loss - both your uncle and the 'love'...but I'm glad you found your voice again. Welcome home sweetie.  |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Erica~ It's GREAT to see you again, and especially to read you again. This is such a beautifully written piece, and it really reached in and grabbed my heart. I'm sorry you've had to experience all of this, but I'm happy to see that you've come out 'singing'. You and your poetry have definately grown, and I hope to see lots more from you in the forums. Welcome home! Hugs,  ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truly met the poet. ~vlraynes [This message has been edited by vlraynes (09-14-2002 09:56 PM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
LoveBug, Please post more. This was yr heart, inch by inch, word by word. Mike |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Wow, fantastic writing Erica... long poetry is good only if it's kept fresh and doesn't get tedious throughout. The various shifts in this poem kept my attention focused and I didn't get bored once. Very inspired writing, Erica... I'm glad to see you're getting better acquainted with your muse lately.  I do hope that you post more often. Yeah, as Mike said, try out Haven for a while, it's really that... a "haven" from the faster forums. Where all the best of PIP combine. Parasite Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. |
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