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| Open Poetry #21 |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Maybe The black sky seeped raw wounds, exposing pain on muted earth that overlapped the tide erasing hand etched "I love you's" in the sand where wild horses run free of it's knight holding me... as life hasn't given me that promise yet. Once again, I throw flames to the fire, wishing that the wind would come along and sweep me off my feet to slow the burn, of this, my personified prince peeling each layer to sting my eyes with finally! I am Eve, reaching blindly for the fruit with arms outstretched on the edge of desire in sweet sadism and vulnerability of skin eyes rubbing weep with scar tissue. Temptation trickles over lips but, the hunger cannot be sated when mind mirrors of faceless lovers shine the screams on poison apples and fairytale abandonment. Stubborn, I just can't leave well enough alone, and I question that there must be something more as impatience slides through fingers, broken heart, pensive pen, with more unread, untitled words written in wait. And, when the wind changes direction I reveal everything that remains in the silt, though, somewhere, a kindred kind shall see it all as gold, and pick flowers that speak to me, that touch places, hard to reach like feathers kneading skin, inside out. I want, I crave, I feel so, someone please tell me that Camelot is real, that faith is believing in a power you can't see, knowing that 'perhaps' is half full on it's way to yes rather than he loves me not redundance in an all too sobering empty glass of impossible fantasies. Life still hasn't given me that promise of a signed, sealed and delivered kiss, so, tonight, I think I'll beat fate by joining him and count the falling stars. It's time I settle for lowered expectations, to find beauty in the perfect of imperfection, it's all I have left, this hope, unstill, of breath held in 'maybe.' By Melissa P. Monette [This message has been edited by Honeybee (08-03-2002 11:36 PM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
And, when the wind changes direction I reveal everything that remains in the silt, though, somewhere, a kindred kind shall see it all as gold, and pick flowers that speak to me, that touch places, hard to reach like feathers kneading skin, inside out. Incredible Melissa, your words still are so very beautiful!! I have missed seeing them much. Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
Chickie, Your writing always amazes me. Your words flow so well.. very cool  Hugs, Tara |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Mellissa, Your writing is excellent. I want, I crave, I feel so, someone please tell me that Camelot is real, It can't get much better than that.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I want, I crave, I feel so, someone please tell me that Camelot is real, that faith is believing in a power you can't see, knowing that 'perhaps' is half full on it's way to yes rather than he loves me not redundance in an all too sobering empty glass of impossible fantasies. ------------------------------------- DANG!! Melissa...this is fantastic!! Wonderful piece of work here!!! ~Hugs~ |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"Temptation trickles over lips but, the hunger cannot be sated when mind mirrors of faceless lovers shine the screams on poison apples and fairytale abandonment."  (big hugggsssssss) Oh my gosh, your writing continues to go leaps and bounds, sweet friend, I love this, and I believe love is inevitably coming to your heart and that maybe will turn into a "may it be"! (kiss on cheek) This is excellent, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
UP! |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I read this as the rain and storms passing through we at their finest moment....what a tremendous read this is, pulling emotions out and placing them softly before me....hugssss Lauren~ The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
Camelot is hidden not gone..like a rare jewel..I gave up and decided to just not yearn any more and Camelot pinched me in the butt when i least expected it... Mygawd sweetlady, your wonderfully penned words are so very exquisite! I love to go through and read yours over and over again..like fine wine sipped by the fire. hugs to you, Cher (Koko) Poetry is: |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
to find beauty in the perfect of imperfection, I loved this poem, Melissa... It is totally beautiful... and I especially love the above quote... I have always found beauty in imperfection. Just think about Barbra Streisand's large nose, or the imperfect beauty of a sand dune. Maybe its just the way I view things...but I hate things that are perfectly symmetrical. My husband is always amused by that... and I saw much of this in your poem.  ~ hugs of beautiful imperfectionLyra |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
"It's time I settle for lowered expectations," never. . . it never works. . . you know this side so well. . . and you tell it with your whole heart. . . which is why it's so good. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Melissa - my, my, my heart goes out to you with this write. It's not only telling a tale, but it's absolutely beautiful and inspirational. Can't say enough about this... BC |
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