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jellybeans
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0 posted 2002-03-19 10:21 AM


She wrote the past
diligently, as if in transcription’s
perfection, she could retrieve redemption.
Furiously she typed, like
it could change something,
anything in her life.
She typed out hatred, anger
and buckets of tears,
slurred heartaches in
keystrokes that spelled despair.
And on she went
catching up, trying to finish before
each new tomorrow.
Why words? she stopped and questioned
her own intents.
What good are words strung out
across the page?

But she kept on, she had nothing
else to do, that is, until the day
she met a stranger and he asked,
what will you write
of your today?
Today…she cautiously reached out a finger
pressed a key and found
she was writing in present
tense.
Withdrawing suddenly
she feared her ability to be coherent
when not looking back.
But as he was writing his today too,
and needed her answer for his next chapter
he typed that he would wait
for her reply.

She quaked in fear that night
and refused to write, she sat glaring
at the keyboard’s familiar invitation.
Who was he, that he should ask
about her today?
How am I supposed to answer that?
He could have easily asked
about yesterday, of that pain
I am well versed.
She finally typed one word-
why?

Why are you here?
His answer was simple,
you wrote me here, to help you
put together your yesterday, our today
and what we shall find in tomorrow.

Again her fingers paused on the keys,
then empowered by his presence
they fairly flew across the board.
She wrote him perfectly.
Patient and kind, loving
and strong, he was manly hard
when he was supposed to be
and equally soft enough to know
her deepest desire
and what made her smile.
He filled her with happiness
she couldn’t have written him
any better.

But she stopped, just short of bliss
caught in a pocket of leftovers, yesterday’s
trappings, she wrote and unwrote
but was unable to unload the words
from round herself in time
for his next line.
In her moment of hesitation,
she lost him, and another writer answered,
picked him up quick and wrote him,
fit him right into
her poetry.

Unable to go back, unable to go forward
she sits dazed, with one word
written at the top of an otherwise blank page

Tomorrow…



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1 posted 2002-03-19 10:28 AM


Really great! Gave me a smile.  Gives me a smile.  Shall/will give me a smile...
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2 posted 2002-03-19 10:37 AM


writing our own...todays and yesterdays..in hopes of creating perhaps our own slice of reality in a way we can understand.

Not your thoughts perhaps, but mine when I read this...

nicely done..

suthern
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3 posted 2002-03-19 05:13 PM


Yesterday's words were purges of anger, frustration seeking an outlet... Today's words wrote of an awakening... but the prince decided to charm someone else. Tomorrow's page may be momentarily empty... but I hope it's soon flooded with hope and happiness that are real and lasting, not ethereal... and that those words spill forth forever. *S*

Beautiful work... you even made a blonde think. *G*

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4 posted 2002-03-19 05:24 PM



Very, very....potent...

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5 posted 2002-03-19 05:34 PM


enjoy
Marge Tindal
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6 posted 2002-03-19 06:15 PM


JellyBeans~
Good heaven's, lady ... this is exquisite !

'Again her fingers paused on the keys,
then empowered by his presence
they fairly flew across the board.
She wrote him perfectly.
Patient and kind, loving
and strong, he was manly hard
when he was supposed to be
and equally soft enough to know
her deepest desire
and what made her smile.
He filled her with happiness
she couldn’t have written him
any better.

But she stopped, just short of bliss
caught in a pocket of leftovers'


'She' couldn't have written any better !
A beautiful piece of writing, poetess~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
         noles1@totcon.com                    

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7 posted 2002-03-19 08:12 PM


Love it.
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8 posted 2002-03-19 08:13 PM




WOW!!! Oh my gosh, this is sooooo powerful, sweet friend, and may that new word that rests on tomorrows page become a whole narrative of hope enclosed in exclamation marks of suprise and smiles! (kiss on cheek) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have sucha  beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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9 posted 2002-03-19 08:19 PM


jellybeans, this is an amazing piece of work. I see so much in your lines...how do you do that so well?

I had a handle on life...but it broke.

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10 posted 2002-03-19 08:37 PM


jellybeans!!!  This is amazing!  What an incredible piece of work.  Love it!  Hugs.

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
Dancing with you in the summer rain~

jellybeans
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11 posted 2002-03-20 02:31 PM


thank you all so much, I finally gave my muse the bit, and look what she came up with *g*
suthern, am smiling for you today my friend

marge, we seem to be traveling the same path lady, hope we travel into sunshine soon

bal, you just have better glasses than most

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