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Sometimes I'd like to give up (repost from Dark for Madame Chipmunk)
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Sometimes I'd like to give up (repost from Dark for Madame Chipmunk) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I only wrote this poem last night, and placed it in dark 3. But, upon reading Lyra's Changing Places, I realize that she might like to read this. Who doesn't want to get out of their own skin every once and again? Much love to you, Lyra. Michael Sometimes I'd like to give up Sometimes I'd like to give up my eyes, have each lash removed and spread down like seeds. The lids can be used to hold coins or pills. The lenses can make up some part of a window. Sometimes I'd like to give up my hair, have each strand removed and planted like roots. The long pieces can be used to string a bass. The short pieces can make up the stuffing for pillows. Sometimes I'd like to give up my voice, have each word removed and sealed in a jar. The consonants can be used to grapple for meaning. The vowels can make every turn of the lid. Sometimes I'd like to give up my blood, have each drop removed to speckle the sun. The red cells can be used to paint silent frames. The white cells can draw a canvas in sand. Sometimes I'd like to give up my skin, have each pore removed to follow reflections. My palms can be used to bestow your prayers. The bottoms of my feet will lie among cobbles. Sometimes I'd like to give up my bones, have each rib removed to make a new cage. My skull can be used to dam up the river. My cochlea can be made into percussive notes. Sometimes I'd like to give up nothing. Have each silence removed and replaced by joy. My mind can be used among this terrain. My soul will be made to fly through this rain. Said if I only could ... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggssssssss) BRAVO!!! Oh, thank you so much for posting this here, sweet friend, this was indeed dark at first but in the end hope and optimism shined that we will all make it through this rain as I know Lyra will heal with the power of love (sigh) This is excellent, sweet friend, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Michael, 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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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sometimes I'd like to give up my eyes, have each lash removed and spread down like seeds. ======================================== Sometimes I'd like to give up my voice, have each word removed and sealed in a jar. The consonants can be used to grapple for meaning. The vowels can make every turn of the lid. Sometimes I'd like to give up my blood, have each drop removed to speckle the sun. The red cells can be used to paint silent frames. The white cells can draw a canvas in sand. Sometimes I'd like to give up my skin, have each pore removed to follow reflections. My palms can be used to bestow your prayers. The bottoms of my feet will lie among cobbles. ==================================== Sometimes I'd like to give up nothing. Have each silence removed and replaced by joy. My mind can be used among this terrain. My soul will be made to fly through this rain. ===================================== I read this in Dark this morn but didnt have time to reply...I even sent it to a friend to read...it blew her away as much as it did me...I dont know what you eat, drink or smoke, but I NEED some of it  the way your mind works poetically seems to be an unending well of inspiration. If you ever "give up" your muse... please give me first dibs I'll give it a very good home  very very cool poem Mike. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very impressive Mike, I bet Lyra will love it. Sandra |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Noah, Yes, it is very dark. So dark that I have been second-guessing myself since posting it here in open. I'm glad my fears were unwarranted.Butterfly Slippers, Well, last night I ate some chuck steak sauteed in mushrooms, along with some corn off the cob and a cucumber and yogurt salad. (no!!!! I've gone californian!!!) To drink, I had some raisin tea mixed with grape juice. And, the only smoke I have ever had, is the secondhand smoke coming from friends' cigarettes throughout the years. And you're right -- I did forget to mention the "Sometimes I'd like to give up my muse." I guess that shows, beyond all attempts to conceal it, how much poetry means to my life.Much love to you both. Mikey Said if I only could ... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Sandra! I hope she'll like it too. I'm glad you enjoyed. Said if I only could ... |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Well, you know. I told ya over there. Still reads wonderfully. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, WhiteRose. Twofold.<font color=blue>"I fall into your arms."</font> |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hmmm...I need to fix my signature. <font color=blue>"I fall into your arms."</font> |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This is a very powerful piece Mike. I liked the play on "giving up" something ... and nothing, and the tangible yet intangible notions you've noted throughout. You got me pondering with this ... and that's always a good thing, much enjoyed. Best wishes, /Kit |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, Kit. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem."I fall into your arms." [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (08-06-2002 05:32 PM).] |
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