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This Nonchalance
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This Nonchalance |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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This Nonchalance As the season pressed its warmth my body glistening from its feel, the sharing side of me gave way untitled still, left in your real. The distant walks, the moonlit nights, the candles burning in your wait. The stories told to mend my heart brought me to here, in recreate Refresh, divert, to romp in words, to clone those times I wish to hold. I Xerox every moment of to echo how I know its fold. Overlapped in pleats that ply molded, twisted die-cast me. Here I am, selling self by gathering dreams that use to be. There are no takers on the coast of rolling low to steep of high. I am a passenger of life riding slow in silent's sigh. I feel myself in words of you and dance the rhythms no one sees. I fly the flag surrendering, but there is none to capture me. I am the enemy, my own sacrificing the who-I-was. Perfection never natured me and so I answer just "because" Excusing all, allowing those the freedoms choice to change the mood. Yet here I am in cushioned rest to-prick-me-feel in words tattooed. I'm elbow bruised from leaning on from sleeping less, in disresponse, shrugging shoulders in return to feelings of this nonchalance. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Overlapped in pleats that ply molded, twisted die-cast me. Here I am, selling self by gathering dreams that use to be. An excellent piece in its entirety...I love the stanza above because I have been there. But Maureen, be who you are as you are wonderful as is, my friend. Dreams change, look back for a last embrace of the old and then look for the new in yourself. Great write! Patricia |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
The distant walks, the moonlit nights, the candles burning in your wait. The stories told to mend my heart brought me to here, in recreate Maureen, I don't know what to say. Here's a hug  Ethel |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"Here I am, selling self by gathering dreams that use to be." Perfect! Thank you for sharing this. |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
thanks for sharn this, butlways be who yo are.Nver ang foranyone or anythig. anglblueyes |
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