Effort of My Between....Thinking of Her

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nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

0 posted 2005-01-04 04:46 PM

Effort of My Between (repost)

Eyes followed the bright lights on high
from destinations unknown,
the crisp air clearing thoughts
that constantly shadow my own,
dulling an ache that cannot be relieved
for now.

Have I told you how even the slightest gesture
plays on my tomorrows and even though alone,
I haven't given up in finding
that corner of the world in which I fit.
How thankful that I am, that I can still reach for the stars,
although the eyes of the past
read like fences, making boundaries
for me to slip through or climb over.

These legs are caught between compromise,
weakened by dedication and fatigue
of pedaling faster to that secret place
where all thoughts search for tranquility,
a serenity of afterglow, where peace is the softness
of fingertip against cheek, lips to lips,
eyes taking in eyes
in a world of Between...

No night or day, just experiences that poet me
with tattoos unseen, breaking out once in awhile
in a dance of need.
Need that tucks that Genie away,
making reality set in, guiding me to truth,
pushing me to an end, etching me in a hold
that illusion cannot touch.

I see her as my reason, the pleasure of my talent,
the effort of my between, spinning me into todays
to keep from the dark side of tomorrow.
I regret nothing, as I sell myself in sisterhood
and garner the return
knowing sticks and stones could break our bones
but together, names can never hurt us.

M

"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2005-01-04 05:20 PM

a serenity of afterglow, where peace is the softness
of fingertip against cheek, lips to lips,
eyes taking in eyes
in a world of Between...

Very beautiful, dear Maureen.
Love, Margherita

Snow

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since 2000-10-16

Posts 1170
desert flower looking for rain

2 posted 2005-01-04 07:08 PM

oh.... i fell into this ... in every way possible...if only i could say exactly what i think..... the words are there, but the throat is tight....

damn... i'm saving this ... and WILL be back!

[whispering]so so so damn good.

"so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache"
p.neruda

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

3 posted 2005-01-04 07:37 PM

Thank you Margherita.
It's always nice to have you read and respond to my words.

Snow, thank you for the website visit and your kind words. There are times I don't know why or what I write and am often surprised if I go back and look over the words wondering...did I really write this?

I wrote this one, for my sister who at the time was diagnosed with lung cancer, among needing a new liver...so the transplant was out and it was just a matter of living and sharing her time the best we could.

She passed away this summer but is always in my mind.

Thank you both.

Maureen

p.s. my web pages are so old, I have to laugh when I read the poetry from when I first started writing.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

4 posted 2005-01-05 08:06 AM

thank you for sharing this repost

I think I might have missed it the first time

very touching write M

Ratleader

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Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass

5 posted 2005-01-05 08:10 AM

I'm like Snow...you sent me tumbling...

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suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

6 posted 2005-01-05 02:01 PM

I haven't given up in finding
that corner of the world in which I fit.
How thankful that I am, that I can still reach for the stars,
although the eyes of the past
read like fences, making boundaries
for me to slip through or climb over.

I love this... particularly these lines... Beautiful work!

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