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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Silent Utterances Though she never held the babe from birth, but only days into weeks into months after, still, a connection of the heart held them then, holds them now… the child always knew when the mother pained… She loved to claim her ESP, as mothers do, knowing things that mothers should never know, and she was going to live to be one hundred and fifty, to outlast that gosh-awful red furniture, inherited by the mere fact her own mother did not wish to want it any longer, so when the silent sigh escaped her lips as the upholstered red wearing wore thin, was a relief the child heard, though hundreds of miles away… She had grown to womanhood with a giving father who lost it all in illness; she realized the spoil of her gains, and did not bring that to her children… so her only claim to beauty was the bright red of lips, slicking brilliant against her pale countenance, but her eyes, her green eyes, were ever brilliant, so much so that between her eyes, and her lips, her face glowed, certainly and most especially, under his gaze… but the silent utterances between mother, and child, were never worn thin, nor masked by lips, red, nor spoiled by gifts of time, nor heard, by others… and come to the daughter, today, through touching wisps of fog in May, or childhood’s blue of sky, or the feel of aging skin under fingertips, as she recalls the way her mother’s felt at this age… the day of that call, an announcement of her mis-belief, from one who claimed the sky was green if she said so, that one hundred and fifty candles would never grace a cake, the push-pull of the joke-curt truth, left each silent, uttering unheard thoughts, pushing love through the phone cords faster than the speed of sound, as silent tears came from wells of forever love… the child always knew when the mother pained… what do you want me to do? Understand, Silent utterances. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-26-2003 06:24 PM).] |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
but the silent utterances between mother, and child, were never worn thin, nor masked by lips, red, nor spoiled by gifts of time, nor heard, by others… and come to the daughter, today, through touching wisps of fog in May, or childhood’s blue of sky, or the feel of aging skin under fingertips, as she recalls the way her mother’s felt at this age… the day of that call, an announcement of her mis-belief, from one who claimed the sky was green if she said so, that one hundred and fifty candles would never grace a cake, the push-pull of the joke-curt truth,' I liked these verses, especially. The strength of the bond and the pain of the bond changing. |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
This is so supremely poignant and so wonderfully written. Thank you for sharing these emotions. Pepper |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Sunshine, I could feel the tug and pull that is the bond of love. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"as silent tears came from wells of forever love… the child always knew when the mother pained… what do you want me to do? Understand, Silent utterances." ------------------------------------------ Yes..I know..and understand. ~Hugs~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I think my favorite of your writes. Beautiful expressions. ThisDiamond |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
so her only claim to beauty was the bright red of lips, slicking brilliant against her pale countenance, but her eyes, her green eyes, were ever brilliant, so much so that between her eyes, and her lips, her face glowed, certainly and most especially, under his gaze ============================= and come to the daughter, today, through touching wisps of fog in May, or childhood's blue of sky, or the feel of aging skin under fingertips, as she recalls the way her mother's felt at this age =========================== left each silent, uttering unheard thoughts, pushing love through the phone cords faster than the speed of sound, as silent tears came from wells of forever love the child always knew when the mother pained what do you want me to do? Understand, Silent utterances. =========================== Oh my Kari... oh my oh my oh my.... shall we talk about the fact that there was no tissue warning first? or shall we talk about the oh so impressive personification, imagery and character defining, the depth of emote in this... better yet...lets just get to the point... PUBLISH!!! You take your writing to a higher level with this one dear poetess of the sun.   Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness. K.G. [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (01-26-2003 11:23 PM).] |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Sunshine, a wonderful writing that makes us read more than once, to enjoy more than once, your talents are pulling at deep felt emotions that have found their way to our hearts and soul, inspiring us to persist in our passion for the written word. Again, wonderful work, much enjoyed. Sincerely Rick |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Every mother and her child are connected indeed... Once and Forever... This is lovely, Sunshine... [This message has been edited by Nan (01-27-2003 09:59 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
pushing love through the phone cords *s a great line there is so much in this that I liked Karilea... M |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Ditto to all the excellent comments above and I echo, "Publish!" This poem is rare and exceptional in it's beautiful emotional sensitivity. But then, you are rare and exceptional in expressing that! Shenachie [This message has been edited by Bridget Shenachie (01-27-2003 11:26 PM).] |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
"the child always knew when the mother pained" Good read. I'm still thinking. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karilea, my daughter and I talked on the telephone today...across the miles. Yes, there will always be a bond..... Thank you.... [This message has been edited by garysgirl (01-27-2003 11:31 PM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
childhood's blue of sky, or the feel of aging skin under fingertips, WOW!!!!!! I love those analogies... childhood's blue of sky IWIHWT!!!!  Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
deeply touching... |
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Tari Miriel Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 69The state of mind |
Breathtaking~ |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
filled Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
All I can say is..beautiful!! "And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul." |
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