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Magnus
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0 posted 2002-11-24 10:49 AM


As a scream fell upon the ears
and hands laid helpless at the
side of youth..

I stood, motionless as the pyramids.
Aging ever so rapidly into manhood,
a moment of sheerness that brings to
one’s soul....the wrench of gut as if
the elevator fell from ‘neath the feet.

The courage, waning rapidly as a near
lifeless form lay before me....and I,
standing....afraid to touch, fearing that
I might touch skin which I, a son....
should not..

Fumbling, as would a boy fearful of
the grazing of femininity.  Clutching
helplessly in a grasp of weight that
yields only to the strength of a
masculine form....  

Goaded on by the harsh and hurried
words of the father....still heard in the
mind’s ear....so haunting...

Yet, once awakening, ever thankful
for the tender touch....unknowing of
a boy’s fear and bumbling....
She smiled....as I cried inside...
asking for courage....if ever....
again....my calling comes...


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1 posted 2002-11-24 10:53 AM



Sounds of saying
goodbye...

so poignant...
so wrenching...

Magnus
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2 posted 2002-11-24 10:57 AM


Was a time when my mother...over years..
experienced fainting spells....I,  once
had to move her from the floor onto the
bed....she was in a nightgown....and I
was so afraid to move her...fearing that I
might touch a part or parts,  that I should
not.....  even though I was strong enough to
move her,  I fumbled miserably...  Just
writing things that still haunt at times..

I know (inside)  that I did all that I
could have done...

jwesley
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3 posted 2002-11-24 09:21 PM


Needs no explanation, my friend...very clearly told and understood.  Very well expressed anxiety, love, misunderstanding...fear all combined in the roiling turmult of..."what do I do???"

Great piece Magnus.

jwesley

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4 posted 2002-11-24 10:12 PM


Dear Magnus - this is a very heartfelt write. Brings a tear to my eye. Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson

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