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Selective Sweeps
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Selective Sweeps |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Selective Sweeps Father’s blue square handkerchief four-knot over twig just enough for a youngish girl, I remember she wasn’t so big her mother met her there, in front of the screened in door, as she headed with her swag on a journey to foreign shores “Where are you going, my little one,” she heard her mother say, “never mind, you don’t care! But I’m going to run away!” “Well, here’s a sandwich, do you need a coat?” then mother stood away from the door, “please write soon, we’ll worry, you know.” Selective memories sweeping, to and fro. They never heard a word against the man who was their father. Confused, at first, they hesitate Then ask, “why did you bother?” I ruminate, a hurting hesitate as words won’t come out loud of the pain, a whole sum lost, again, and those words I won’t allow. “You could call it a mistake,” I try to make it light, “we grew apart, but with all my heart, two things of it were right.” A quizzical look, a questioning gaze, “My daughters, don’t you know? If not for him, and a marriage, you see, you simply, truly, would not be.” Selective memories sweeping, to and fro. “Where’s the hurt, the pain, the ache,” ask those who know me well, “didn’t you ever suffer heartbreak? You surely don’t look like hell.” Perhaps it went off with the imp who once drew from me sarcasm, oh, I remember those horrid days, the feelings still cause a spasm… but that’s a chasm I do not choose, and from somewhere comes a bridge, and then a light, and from somewhere, song, as I walk the finest ledge. Selective memories sweeping, to and fro. In some time to come, they’ll all come back, these memories I deter, until that time, I’ll polish what’s mine, then line it with silver, and purr. For somewhere within this shell of mine, the memories still remain, perhaps in another day, and time, a dirge will sound again. Selective memories sweeping, to and fro. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (11-15-2003 08:40 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Scattered memories..flashing through our minds.. I have this happen all the time... Only you so beautifully compile them into a piece that touches me deep inside. Wonderful write. Hugs~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Superb - as usual my friend! jwesley |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Karilea~ this has such a peace about it....pulling the reader in and surrounding them...lovely Lauren~ i carry your heart with me |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karilea, you had me with this one...... from the beginning all the way to the end. I love it.  Hugs  Ethel |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Thank you very much. I am not alone. Seems the broom sweeps in another's mind as well. And when my children ask where I am when I am seated next to them...I will think of this broomstick sweeping to and fro...to and fro. Well done, Karilea. Now why can't I write like this? Patricia |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I do so like this one... sometimes jewels roll out from under the broom... other times I wish they'd been scooped up in a vacuum cleaner bag to never be seen again. *S* |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
a keeper, nicely written and expressed my poetic Kansas friend. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
something we all can relate to, just what we take along the way with us, somedays more prevalent than others |
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