Open Poetry #31 |
Bindings and Blind |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Old leather smells of oil and time. I pulled the journal from its bundle Safely tucked away now under eaves Where, should I pass, It would lie perhaps unread Untouched by eyes or minds That it might confuse And began to read: “She stood against the sun Unawares of the fact I was watching Wondering what sorts of pain went through Her heart as she thought of all life was supposed to be Before the choices she made Before me. I have considered that there were more days Than not When I too was something she settled for or on And if given choices again Would not have looked at me as she did once Thinking the poet in my soul something she needed Or found a mystery Only to understand I was not I had asked her once After she said she had tasted bad choices What it was I tasted like to her And gotten the reply Something I would never taste again I did not know at the time If she had really heard what I had asked Or was answering for the other choices And the way they tasted to her I did not ask… again Knowing there was no answer I could begin to understand without My own self showing So I offered Sort of like goose poop huh? And laughed then turned my own eyes to the reflection Of light on wave” I noticed as I closed the journal Along the edges Even the leather binding Had cracks. |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
I really like this - Just to let you know, you've got a typo on given |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Ah.. past writings - new reflections. "I did not ask… again Knowing there was no answer I could begin to understand without My own self showing" Things we still don't want to face (even in ourselves), but maybe more ready now. Loved every line here. Beautiful poem. |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
"Sort of like goose poop" -- classic jarring turn, perhaps like the relationship described... Enjoyed the symbolism of the ending. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was a tremendous write...but made me sad to think that both of you gained nothing more from knowing each other, but then again, perhaps in the end you did? There is always love in the air, where two hearts blended... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
That which is held between leather bindings holds all... even while cracked. Yep...keep writing. We'll keep keeping. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I had to pull myself back into now when I reached the end... you'd taken me completely away from this cubicle. *S* Excellent write, my friend... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"So I offered Sort of like goose poop huh? And laughed then turned my own eyes to the reflection Of light on wave” I noticed as I closed the journal Along the edges Even the leather binding Had cracks." "Goose poop" works well here.. making me jump from my dream like state... Keep 'em coming Captain. Hugs~
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sea_of_okc Senior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 568Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
Awesome write once again captain! Something I think we can all relate to... I think everyone at some time has "settled" or been "settled" upon... which is usually the case with me. Sigh. Thanks for the reassurance that I stand not alone |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
It has always struck me as funny.. That most the time, the things about ourselves we try so hard to hide..is the very things that make us human and soft enough to touch.. This one, my friend, I understand more than you think I do. "sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.." |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
More please?! hugs, Chris "At one glance |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
as long as you continue placing these lil treasures here I will keep tucking them into my treasure chest.... you sir, are a true talent! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron You write the relationship with such mastery...goose poop, NOT! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I noticed as I closed the journal Along the edges Even the leather binding Had cracks. ahh...nothing or no one is ever perfect eh? we tend to forget that sometimes. another great write Cpat. M Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I did not know at the time If she had really heard what I had asked Or was answering for the other choices And the way they tasted to her I liked that twist of bittersweetness~ Your poetry goes down so easy, cpat~ and as always, it leaves me dizzy. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
It seems that the bindings on my own journal are a bit cracked. My consolation is, that it's easier to live with cracked bindings than a leaky pen. Nicely done m'friend |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This just wounded me... so sad and somehow still beautiful. You write fugues. sigh. |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very good! Grover. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
this read so beautifully, then i hit the "goose poop" had a giggle and then read that ending that just says it all... |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
I must concur...the last stanza made the poem...it was a perfect ending...even that which holds our memories is subject to the aging ravages of time..........."goose poop"...all smiles |
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