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Refusing Medusa's Head
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Refusing Medusa's Head |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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Mostly it's horrid prismatic, spectral in vivid color, revenant, pain's portrait in relived daydreams. While visions of hope, night dreams of Love's hope still come in black and white. In Technicolor we are back at Harrod's, the massive fanned display of North Sea fish whose icy backdrop in symmetrical swim yet offer eyes quite dead, and they and I'd not have our wish. Once caught you no longer wanted me, but would not throw me back. Instead I'd rot, but slowly while I lay upon your ice. Your Grandma died, unlike Gorgons no siblings, no cousins, uncles, aunts. You never cried nor to her grave did bother, I looked at you askance. My night of doubled pain you chased me from our bed "get over it" you said. Ashen and infirm alone, a clutch'd hour in rush hour. Appendix nearly burst, three days you never showed and this was not the worst. Two tortuous affairs up in my face, the public noose so loose I hung for months disgraced taut and twisting wound the rope, the taunted lynching unwheeled the linch pinned sanity. I blamed your booze and dope, in truth it was your vanity. Your playmates paid a price a vengence done in haste consumed me in it's fire, your dead wood heart a liar. Pinnocchio's a thesbian whose audience were all we knew and too, the police. So three months did I waste with bail too high for jail's release. Children's correspondence course, dim days dark nights too slow (how could you slink so low?) You and the last one spent my dough. There served up papers for divorce you even now estrange remorse. But time (and rhyme) proceed and I'm a better man and with each tick the bitter lunatic's an also ran. I find that Love's Perseus's knife that now beheads you with a slice altering to color's scheme, adding hope to tired dreams. For from the snake head's cleaven throat and frozen glare and from the ice queen's bleeding throat arose to air a white and wing'd Pegasus and it is this, yes it is this that shows that hope's a night in color's care and not a mourn but morning where soon will be a rebirth in warm Love's embrace and e'er will be erased that awful face by one whose grace forever in a crystal place in peaceful hues I'll be embraced. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RSWells You have used a full palatte and painted a wonderful picture. Although I walk away both sad and glad it was a beautiful read. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"in truth it was your vanity." I have often attempted to write of the bitter, but I always fail. I leave it to others, such as you, who know how to place every step in the hallways of remember, but the grieve, I feel the grieve, and I thank you for sharing...always. |
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Music Maker Member
since 2002-07-07
Posts 152THE ORIGINAL !!!! |
MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm, very deep, as is your wont. Many of us have been there too, but - we recover in time, and the wounds heal. A really nice write dear friend. Kind thoughts, John Grass won't grow under feet that don't move. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
to hell with medusa...I'd just like to rock your head a bit (gently, of course) a very painful journey of a read. I can only imagine the pain of writing it. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Thank you. We all know pain but this was liberating 50 months after the divorce. In particular with hoped for two way Love on the horizon. We are where we've been. We forget that Icarus was young, rash and inexperienced while his father Daedalus was wise and experienced and so he flew and survived while the youth fell to the sea. Some things take time. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
It's over - here's to new beginnings, and yes we are where we have been, and perhaps are smart enough to never go there again? Great write Richard on such a sad person, and a sad topic.
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Great write. But I agree it is a sad topic. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Never meager...never.. Extrememly fascinating even when in the throes of ones living nightmares. We wake..and we walk barefooted down the gravel road of knowing.. Glad to see you always. Sincerely, Reg [This message has been edited by rwood (07-14-2002 11:58 AM).] |
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