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China Doll Heart
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China Doll Heart |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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A re-write of an oldie.... China Doll Heart  I am like a china doll in a gift shop solemnly awaiting the hour of release; Hoping, longing for any man to save me from this existence to choose me for the rare treasure that I am, granting him the certificate of ownership of my heart. Like the others I am carefully placed upon a stand on a ledge coated with bargain tags and dust forcefully displayed to the world beneath a glass house of lies. I come from the same mold, the same cast of clay, from the same palette of mundane hues born over and over again with the same translucent features worn by dozens of other dolls. I am no jack in the box, no raggedy ann nor am I a puppet or plastic Barbie play thing. I am the finest of the fine, a cleverly crafted darling, a collectable porcelain princess. Yet, there is no dignity as I become a slave upon a shelf, a soldier, standing tall and ever still without a word, without a melody or a sense of worth. I yearn to be plucked from obscurity, to be touched, to find a home and belong to someone, anyone. You may scoff at the paradox of me but, even inanimate objects are faced with the realization of alone through this passive paralysis called life. Even dolls have the right to bleed, to be fragile in the dead of night when the shop is closed and all is silent, even the screams. The morning groans on once more offering fragments of light with every bell chime and opening of the door; and when the sun catches the marble flecks in my eyes oh how they glisten with mystery and enchantment! With come hither lashes and scarlet lips of rose petal... I am beauty incarnate. And oh how my curls of auburn dance with the air atop the velvet gown that adorns my limbs as a medallion. With envious eyes and trusting smiles I am dissected, yet, cherished in wonder as I remain unchanged under the glass that becomes me. As many pass by staring, some admiring, some refusing to see me, I seem so strong, so perfect in the moment, but, my crystal turquoise eyes fight to hold back a lifetime's weep; tears that would smear the intricately applied paint on ivory-bisque skin, tears teasing with the plea that one day, I will finally be free. Yet, pass me by long enough and my heart dismantles itself and this china doll breaks into a million pieces, desperate, unloved, unclaimed, a hollow entity as I succumb to the paradigm of time, fading to antique. China doll heart, china doll eyes china doll dreams and china doll soul slowly dies. By Melissa Long-Monette Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world! |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
I'll be back.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Honeybee All in the eye of the beholder, but not this beholder.  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
 .....there! Now it is safely tucked away in my library of treasures!Melissa, this not only was a poetically pleasing poem to read, but the concept was brilliant! Luvs 'n hugs, EA |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Beautiful..and I do believe I remember this Melissa! A message in here..very well said. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~If you haven't heard the sunset, |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Melissa, All of that and so desirable! AW how excellent you right.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Well, from smiles to tears which now stream down my cheeks. This is incredible... Patricia |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
God Mel, this is so sad  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Excellent...one of my favorites...James |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
"Hoping, longing for any man to save me from this existence to choose me for the rare treasure that I am" Indeed you are a rare treasure, dear friend. Indeed! Be patient, he's out there, I promise. I absolutely adore this and am keeping it. The stars will shine when I am gone, |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I am dissected, yet, cherished in wonder as I remain unchanged under the glass that becomes me. As many pass by staring, some admiring, some refusing to see me, I seem so strong, so perfect in the moment, but, my crystal turquoise eyes fight to hold back a lifetime's weep; tears that would smear the intricately applied paint on ivory-bisque skin, tears teasing with the plea that one day, I will finally be free. Hate to single out these lines above the rest but I just [felt] these the most. A beautiful written example of the Ache hope brings |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh my, you do this so well. Thankfully you, the real live doll, has a better future. Smile lady, you are awesome. Sandra |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
WOW! this is a immaculately descriptive piece of poetry that is as priceless and precious as the doll itself. Beautiful write, Melissa.. |
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