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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
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How strange the images in recurring dreams like out of body experiences must be as you drift through a fog to another place nameless and static in time. I dreamed first of the staircase, a long climb darker than the mahogany stained woodwork, grainy as memories seen through another’s eyes. Then floor after floor of doors opened and closed on desperate lives I couldn’t name at the time but now know like our family history or the lines on the palm of my hand. When mother was ill you took me there to that shabby apartment house rebuilt in my dreams where you lived with the grandfather I can only remember in shadows, sepia and the fedora he wore in that photograph older then than you when you married him. Child bride bright eyed with the dream of escape, you were trapped in two rooms of a four story walk-up with an old man and a rear window overlooking coming and going nowhere. I slept on a cot for the days that it took for mother to come back from that place where she went in the cold of her dark and furious winters. I heard grandfather whisper about her madness and the burden she and I were to a man who felt cheated by life and the fates that made his only child a daughter instead of a son. For years you bore his bitterness in the silence of a no option world where loneliness grows like the cancer that gave you your final escape before he became just the man in a fedora I learned to confront in the shadows and my recurring dreams. [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (03-23-2008 06:25 AM).] |
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Inspired-8 Member
since 2008-04-14
Posts 311Pluto |
Beautiful write especially enjoyed the mood and flow. Inspired-8 |
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