Open Poetry #26 |
Ode To Maybe |
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
....yet another re-titled/re-write...this will now be the final version. Ode To 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 Long-Monette |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I want, I crave, I feel so, someone please tell me that Camelot is real, ~*~ It is when you make it so... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Melissa, This time you have written an epopee. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Honeybee - your words are very touching. 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.' 'Dream for the moon, yet know deep inside that if one cannot reach it, at least one gave it their best. But never settle for lower expectations. If one cannot reach the moon, it still doesn't mean that one has settled on lower expectations. Just that one is in tune with ones self. Find beauty in the imperfections, as you have mentioned, for there is beauty in them.' Hope some of this makes sense, and that it came across OK. BC |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
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. so well said... I enjoyed. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
ahhh. . . this is wonderful. . . you are indeed a true poet my friend. . . never satisfied. . .always revising. . . this one shines. . . well done. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Meliss, this is full of assonance and many other wonderful poetic qualities that show how much talent you possess as a poet. As always your theme and emote are done to poetic perfection. Dont settle for anything less than what you dream of.. no one can take away what you believe in...never give anyone that power. mothy-heart-hugs jm You're the best I've ever felt ... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
You're in my head again...but, I believe it will happen. There's nothing more beautiful than the dream of the Camelot you speak of, and I'd rather all other dreams fade or die for the sake that this one comes true. Though cynicism tells me otherwise |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
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. wow..those maybe's and perhapses can get you everytime...believe me, I have experenced them M |
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j-oh-E Member
since 2003-05-01
Posts 59Texas, USA |
I'm trying hard to think of all the words I can use to describe what I felt after reading your poem. However, I'm stuck because all the best words are in your poem. I hope that makes sense. I'll be sure to post another reply when I catch my breath. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) Yes, love isn't perfect and just follow your intuition and go with the love that seems as most perfectly imperfect to you! (sigh) Sounds kind of inexplicably explicable but there is no shame in that, God Bless You, 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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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Melissa: 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. one day . . . we hope for the one that "sees" us - I mean really sees . . . you are amazing - this one I am with you on xxoo |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
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. Melissa, I had rather believe in the glass being "half full".....and to hold on to the faith. This is a beautiful poem, even though there's a heart-cry in it. Hugs, Ethel |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
WOW, this is wonderful penned enjoyed the whole read ) Charisma |
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