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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
THE RETURN 8/30/89 Here again, I wake with a start My eyes flicker open And the darkness grips my heart I open that book long ago closed All the words spill out, Changing all that I had supposed Long forgotten treasure of memories Become so real I could touch And caress those old tress I can smell the autumn wind As it swirls about the field On the ground, scraps of paper and tin I remember how it feels With friends playing all day Time follows upon my heels There I stand, my former self I stare in awe At visions left upon the shelf I stood facing the East Somehow knowing then It was my own fatal beast Now, me today, facing west That reflection Haunting with all its tests I can feel the pleasure and the pain Of the sunniest days Full of the most tender rain And here comes that breeze again With voices whispering Though I hear them not, upon the wind All the sensations come flooding back I had finally stopped running Trying to avoid the brutal fact My eyes sting with the salt of tears As I recount everything That has happened through the years Those icy fingers return to strangle me I can’t stand it any longer Yet I must wait and see Everything unfolds and I wither Too frail to stand Yet my anxiety beckons hither The fingers rip flesh hungrily From my throat, I cry out, But no sound comes from me Finally, with the oncoming rush I can no longer hold on Suddenly, there’s a blessed hush I give in, breaking down to cry Looking upon my former image I fall down saying goodbye |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I stare in awe At visions left upon the shelf I stood facing the East Somehow knowing then It was my own fatal beast Now, me today, facing west That reflection Haunting with all its tests I can feel the pleasure and the pain Of the sunniest days Full of the most tender rain And here comes that breeze again With voices whispering Though I hear them not, upon the wind All the sensations come flooding back I had finally stopped running Trying to avoid the brutal fact My eyes sting with the salt of tears As I recount everything That has happened through the years Those icy fingers return to strangle me this is excellet jer, really well written, and ya just know im gonna have questions...(smile) chalk it up to "intrigue"  still stalking,jm ...every moment of every day... your still with me in every way. every poem and song... every rhyme and verse... your still here...like a beautiful curse. janet marie |
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danni Senior Member
since 1999-11-20
Posts 688wisconsin |
oooooh, i could relate to this one! i wonder why it is so hard to let go of the former self, when there has to be so much more to experience with the new. i guess it's easier to think that rather than enact it. hmmmm....i could go on and on, but, i'm tired.  another wonderful piece. |
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StarrGazer Senior Member
since 2000-03-05
Posts 679Texas |
Very nice ... we dream of the days our life will be different and when that change happens we still cling to the old trying to wish it back ~*Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear*~ |
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