One Sad Spring Day In April's Hold

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Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

0 posted 2002-05-01 04:19 PM

There are conflicting gentle touches
ravaging upside down smiles.
(no, really..I'm smiling if you're standing on your head)
so why would you stand on your head
and watch me with aching eyes
wishing that you could find the she
in expressions unsevered by the mockery romance?
How much sense can you make out of what one person notices
and all the rest of humanity is willingly blind to?
Although Spring smiles at us
the little things are dying today
and as I sit here in an apartment empty of heart
stereo wires neatly arranged for packing
I think of how my soul has been ripped from here
(perhaps from this now cold union)
My walls were beige like this when we first met
and I was ready for forever to decorate every room.
We were supposed to splash passion
and ponder the patterns it made on our life.
Now we stand in an emptying gallery
taking down each meager but well meant picture
with sighs and frowns
trying to put them away quickly
so that our eyes don't linger too long on "used to be"
The "used to be".
We can no longer have that.
You stopped appreciating the variations too long ago
and I followed against my will
put down my can of color
hid it away to dry in a closet in some distant room.
How much sense could you make out of a decline youyou became blind to.
You finally opened your eyes again
but I am immune to their appreciation now
sitting inside a room inside myself
like those cans of paint
drying
slowly thickening
and finally hardening.
My walls are beige again.

How grave is my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so.
~Sarah MacLachlan~

Larry C

Member Patricius

since 2001-09-10

Posts 10286
United States

1 posted 2002-05-01 04:22 PM

Jenn,
You're breaking my heart here. I think I'll stand on my head and pretend you are smiling. Somber good write.

Hey...I tried to email you.
It's never too late to have a good childhood! Woohoo!

[This message has been edited by Larry C (05-01-2002 05:48 PM).]

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2002-05-01 04:27 PM

Jenn, this is one fantastic write here!!
I am sitting her speechless, which is not something I have been known to do often.
Remarkable...just remarkable writing.
~Hugs~

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

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

3 posted 2002-05-01 04:58 PM

I'd be lying if I didn't say that I know exactly how you feel. . . things these days are a little beige for me too. . .

as always, your work is excellent. . . and from the heart. . .

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Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

4 posted 2002-05-01 05:06 PM

TemptyOne~

'sitting inside a room inside myself'

DYNAMIC title ... lovely dramatic line !!!
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

5 posted 2002-05-01 05:55 PM

*sigh*

Jeffrey E. Osborne
Member

since 2001-11-01

Posts 160
out there

6 posted 2002-05-01 09:47 PM

I'm at a loss for words Jenn... simply beautiful in its sadness, full of so much meaning and emotion - you've really touched me with this one.

- Jeff

NapalmsConstantlyConfused

Senior Member

since 2001-05-15

Posts 529

7 posted 2002-05-01 10:57 PM

i have been reliably informed that my walls are not "beige" but instead "desert sand."
i, of course, can only see in 16 colors - so can someone tell me the difference?

i like this, T - even if it IS sad.
-Dave

Honeybee
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since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

8 posted 2002-05-01 11:01 PM

Jen, this is your best, without a doubt. Never before have I gasped while reading one of your poems. I felt every word and you use some clever and hard hitting images here.
Heck, right now, my walls aren't beige, they're just black.
I really loved this purge of yours, it's a keeper and a reminder of my own unsatisfied life.

Take care,
Melissa~

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

~Kahlil Gibran~

Janette

Member Elite

since 2001-07-20

Posts 2843
Chicagoland for now

9 posted 2002-05-02 12:07 PM

***HUGS***

Interloper

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

10 posted 2002-05-03 09:09 AM

Wow! Sadly beautiful work

Moonlight Romeo

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since 2001-09-10

Posts 982
The heart of you

11 posted 2002-05-03 01:15 PM

It can be sad to know when it's over, and to be the only one who can see it. Looks like you're the one.

Sad, but wonderfully from the heart.

Thank you.

What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

12 posted 2002-05-03 01:46 PM

(big hugggsssssssss) This is so very heartbreaking, sweet friend, my heart goes out to you and I hope very soon that we can all do headstands against the wall and see that frown upside-down always shining on your face with true loves content! (sigh) My heart goes out to you, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jenn, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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