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Memories in a Chalk Outline |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
It’s not often that I journey home time seems to slip away from me But death calls when least expected then home’s comfort is where I flee The funeral of a favorite aunt was sad to all who knew her But we shared happy memories content that she’d no longer suffer I took a walk to my old grade school it was dark this winter holiday Cold wind tossed the swings around in the yard where we would play I looked down and to my surprise a hopscotch game still lay in chalk I stood there gazing at it so long I seemed rooted to the sidewalk You and I used to play this game for hours and hours on end We laughed and cried and you became my one and only best friend You always drew the hopscotch game you said my numbers never looked right I wasn’t mad, never got upset you were my friend and I didn’t fight Hopscotch gave way to long nights of talking on the phone about boys My mother would yell for me to shush my laughter was just too much noise. We cried over broken hearts back then never thinking we’d live long enough to heal Life was lived in moments of laughter moments that now, seem unreal. I don’t remember who said what but we fought as we donned cap and gown As Pomp and Circumstance played on You snuck off to go downtown You got in trouble, were grounded you see and I had to leave the next day Too proud to swallow our anger I never saw you before I went away. Thirty years have passed since then I sometimes miss the past so much looking down at the hopscotch game wondering why we never kept in touch [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (01-05-2004 09:39 PM).] |
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wintertao Member
since 2003-11-17
Posts 366Okaloosa Island, FL |
this is beautiful, and very creative, what I see as the heart of the poem: " I took a walk to my old grade school it was dark this winter holiday Cold wind tossed the swings around in the yard where we would play I looked down and to my surprise a hopscotch game still lay in chalk I stood there gazing at it so long I seemed rooted to the sidewalk " puts the big in the bang, an excellent poem. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Thirty years have passed since then I sometimes miss the past so much looking down at the hopscotch game wondering why we never kept in touch Sharon, isn't it odd how we lose touch with some of our dearest friends. I have so many friends that I lost touch with when I moved from where I grew up (about an hours drive way), up here to the country. But, part of that wasn't my fault, because I had a very possessive and jealous husband who wanted me to have nothing to do with my friends I had before we married. Now, why I said all that, I'll never know. Your poem just brought it all to my mind. A very good write, Lady, but all of yours are.  Hugs,  Ethel |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Like they say, tomorrow might be too late. So give her a ring, and knock her sox off. Gosh Sharon, I hear you and I'm so sorry about your Aunt, and your long lost friend. You really took me back and brought all kinds of poeple to mind. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
takes me back to to hopscotch and all those playground games and the ones we left behind there, |
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wickedbeautifulpoetry Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 84Indiana, USA |
beautiful i love this great write -katie- |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I'm with Bluesy...give her a phone call! I love this...excellent write Sharon. Sorry about the loss of your Aunt. ~Heart Hugs~ In the midst of winter.. |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
The speaker in this piece delves deep into oft forgotten reasons, but remembered 'whys', and tells how the loss of one recalls the loss of another, though not always the reason of demise. Plaintively written, with soft nuances when read aloud. Another good one, PdV! |
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WildPoet Member
since 2003-11-10
Posts 205California |
Your greatness shines through in this piece! It caused goosebumps to think of lost friends! WildPoet **** |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Great story writing there Mz deVine, and sends a great message too boot! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
We cried over broken hearts back then never thinking we’d live long enough to heal Life was lived in moments of laughter moments that now, seem unreal. Oh, you are so right! Sharon this is an awesome piece and made me tear up thinking of long lost friends such as this. hugs, Chris "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Now I'm going to ruin my reputation. I did not lose a favorite aunt..nor have this experience. I wrote it from a phrase about hopscotch chalk. I'm glad you like it!!! |
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