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Honeybee
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0 posted 2002-03-30 10:52 PM



I Could Have Been


Upon the wall I hear the chime of midnight,
thus ends the little girl fairytale
of faith that flew to catch a falling star
that now wets a dream behind the ears
with every penny abandoned in shallow wishing wells.
But, how does one go back to simply walking
when they've tasted the omnipotent breeze with running wings?

Though blind, ignorance is never kind
and time cannot mend the wounds we keep open
beneath the sadistic grin of sun
as we wait for light to warm us with second chances
when instead it stings us with a scar
inevitable upon the heart.

I could have been a great many things,
yet, as these words leap from the ink of my think
I realize with open eyes for the first time
that I've barely set sail into the surf of waves,
and now their once thunderous applause
turns to a thumbs down.
My footprints upon the sand of life
wash away too easily into the angry sea,
anchoring aspirations to drown esteem's vessel
drying up all that should have swam to new depths.

I am unimportant,
a loose colourless thread
tangled in the quilt of reason
and answers that never come.
Behind the Iris of memory
lies the seeds of an ugly weed
deeply rooted in the quicksand
of an ill-blooming flower
at decree of a cruel past.

With bright smile and clever wile
filled to the brim with potential
that's never been spilt forth
into dreams of a could be reality,
I am merely living to die.
Life no longer holds hope in the palm of my hands,
each day is a failed test just to breathe in the tease of truth
and attach fate's strings to my limbs and dance.

Regret pales the kaleidoscope of possibility
as I am surrounded by the pointed fingers
of a thousand clocks ticking on my soul
that 'too late' is fast approaching.
My skin has too many blank pages
from books I never sought to read
like an unopened window of opportunity
made from fragile mosaic of glass
ready to shatter without warning
from tears that smear the windowpain.

The world outside my view
slaps me in the face with a bitter wind
echoing through the shadows of my frozen heart
in the labyrinth of forever winter
that forces barren the network of leaves
on the tree of growth.
The stumbled tracks in the snow are endless
as are my fears that blanket the face
of this soul as it weeps
through a broken record of maze
'round and around in circles
of the inability to find myself.

With bright smile and clever wile
filled to the brim with potential
that has aged to amnesia,
the musicbox ballerina within
takes her final spin to curtsey
as the lid slowly closes in defeat
sealing her off-key melody
in a tomb of screaming silence.

And so, I place my future
into the dusty coffin of my hopechest
as I watch love linger into nothing.
My blood, sweat and tears
that I've poured into the cup of 'someday' over the years
are only fool's gold found at the end of illusion.

Denial no longer hangs over the edge,
and, I pity myself no more
as optimism is beyond the point of renewal.
I've dissapointed all that wanted to mold me
into what they desired me to be
to make up for their loss of once and again.
I am so young, yet, now so old,
I care so much,
that I just don't care anymore.
And, that's the saddest part
because I could have been a great many things.

By Melissa P. Monette


                 

[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (03-31-2002 07:10 PM).]

© Copyright 2002 Melissa P. Long-Monette - All Rights Reserved
BluesSerenade
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By the Seaside
1 posted 2002-03-30 11:52 PM


Brilliant writing Melissa, all of it,
each and every single word of it!
It seems a cruel joke to care too much,
and that to me is a crying shame.
Bless you for this!  

Kethry
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since 2000-07-29
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Victoria Australia
2 posted 2002-03-30 11:52 PM


Melissa,
I liked the construction of this and the way it flowed through all your thoughts to the end.
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown



Duncan
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3 posted 2002-03-30 11:57 PM


I could have been a great many things,
yet, as these words leap from the ink of my think
I realize with open eyes for the first time
that I've barely set sail into the surf of waves,
and now their once thunderous applause
turns to a thumbs down.

This verse grabbed me and I liked the way you repeated the first line towards the end.

Mistletoe Angel
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4 posted 2002-03-31 12:48 PM




(big huggggsssssss) Oh Melissa, this is so very sad but true, life does indeed offer us a lot of cruel jokes disguised as fools gold, but there will always be true pure gold for us all and as long as we embrace each moment with joy, we will find true happiness! (kiss on cheek) Always believe in your heart and you can be so much, sweet friend, we all love you so much, God Bless You! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Larry C
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5 posted 2002-03-31 01:45 AM


Melissa,
What an incredible poet you are. Please tell me these words don't ring of truth. They ache with tragedy so well defined. I am repeatedly dumbfounded at your ability. What a brilliant mind and heart you have. Thank you so very much.

passing shadows
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6 posted 2002-03-31 03:59 AM


kind of long, but worth the time. I can really relate to things you've expresed.
Rex Allen McCoy
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7 posted 2002-03-31 05:34 AM


Heart-wrenching
One can tell that you feel as though, life as you wished it, is over ... and perhaps that was your destiny
but then again ... perhaps not
My prayers are that it's not
~
This
is without a doubt
one of the best poems I've read
in many years

Charisma
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8 posted 2002-03-31 06:04 AM


heart wrenched but o so clever write.
excellent piece you penned here.

(((hugs)))
Charisma

Rick
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9 posted 2002-03-31 06:07 AM


Dear Melissa Honeybee.

You could have found the tragedy that may each day face
You could have been illiterate without a love or place
You could have been an orphan, without knowing warmth or truth
But you’ve become a poet, one matured out of youth

The Could have beens are all of us, we’ve all had dreams that fled
Been unhappy with some days as tears within had bled
We’ve sighted different outcomes and ask what could have been
A lot can change a single life, if future we had seen

I enjoyed the write Melissa, there is much talent here.

Sincerely Rick


RSEvans
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10 posted 2002-03-31 08:11 AM


Brilliant write, poetess!
catalinamoon
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11 posted 2002-03-31 01:07 PM


Melisa, amazing, words fail me.
"And so, I place my future
into the dusty coffin of my hopechest
as I watch love linger into nothing.
My blood, sweat and tears
that I've poured into the cup of 'someday' over the years
are only fool's gold found at the end of illusion."
This is so how I feel, how do you have my feeings and be so much youger and far away. Always amazes me.
Sandra


Seymour Tabin
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12 posted 2002-03-31 01:50 PM


Melissa,
Not a bad write but a sad write. If I say you excelled in this than I defeat the purpose of the poem. Your excellent write makes it impossible to believe. Your words shine like the sun. How can you say it is done.

Honeybee
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Ontario, CANADA
13 posted 2002-03-31 07:01 PM



BluesSerenade, LarryC, Charisma, Rick and RsEvans ~ I find that I write my best poetry when it's personal.  I am honoured and touched by your comments   Thank you!

Noah ~ As always thanks for your sweet, enthusiastic replies!

Kethry, Duncan and passing shadows ~ Thank you for reading   I'm glad you enjoyed my style of writing.

Rex ~ I think this is the first time that I have received a reply from you, thank you, it's much appreciated.

Sandra~ Thank you for the high compliment.  I also find that I relate to many of your poems.  Great minds think alike  

Sy ~ Thank you for your honest reply. It's always an honour to have you read my poetry Let's hope that the sun doesn't set for too long on my pen.


"Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding
wound...or a smiling mouth"

~Kahlil Gibran~

[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (03-31-2002 07:03 PM).]

Sven
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14 posted 2002-04-01 04:57 PM


you could have been indeed. . . but yet, you are. . . and we. . . we are thankful. . .

this is one of your very best. . . such depth and emotion. . . such flow and form. . . it's a keeper. . . and will be. . .

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

Chelsea~
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15 posted 2002-04-02 07:45 PM


missy,

this is so powerful
and dark and beyond words!
Free verse is your best style,
and, I hope that this is
not true to your life

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