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Private Lines And Rainy Nights (music/poetry challenge from Mistletoe Angel in 2002) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Somewhere between two and four, you were old enough to walk, small enough that I could carry you without becoming tired, old enough for talking, though your sentences were fragile living things unsure of their existence, open ended untied strings of pearls; you and I went out for ice cream you liked the kind with chocolate swirls and lots of multi-colored sprinkles. It was a date as I recall, you were complaining, you who hate to wait and had waited all day long, and then of course it began raining and you wore your brand new favorite shoes and favorite pinafore with tights, so I drove to a friend’s place, a happy place with colored lights balloons and streamers, because he sold the best home made ice cream for a stormy night that was a shiny rainy slightly lightning crinkled dream. You picked out our treats and table making sure I could watch the door. I lifted you into your chair and thanked you, you said, “Why am here for, daddy.” mimicking a thought I’d said to you a thousand times. The radio was playing some hackneyed hiphop lines I could easily ignore. Then Clapton’s mournful tribute to his son filled up the air; I lost my taste for ice cream and stared at highlights in your hair. Filled with joy and ice cream, you slipped down off your chair, started dancing in slow circles to a song you couldn’t understand; “Bad ice cream daddy?” you asked, “Here have some I already tried.” As tears formed in my eyes, “No, Linka, it’s only dust,” I lied, while you danced to Old Slow Hand. ©2005 by icebox |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox My goodness this was touching....that song always makes me cry....as did your poem!  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
icebox Enjoyed the read. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
A beautiful touching picture...lovely. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I can picture this~~~ sighing M |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sending this to the top again to be read by more.  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I read this yesterday and was left thinking long and hard... on how quickly it all goes. |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
I took the training wheels off my youngest's bike on Sunday. My oldest got lost in the superstore. Three times. I don't have anything clever or insightful to say here -- it's just something mom's and dad's understand. That you write it out so well seems to be almost beside the point. Thanks |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
dang icey wow |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Somewhere between two and four, you were old enough to walk, small enough that I could carry you without becoming tired, old enough for talking, though your sentences were fragile living things unsure of their existence, open ended untied strings of pearls; you and I went out for ice cream you liked the kind with chocolate swirls and lots of multi-colored sprinkles" I am not sure how we connect sometimes but it does leave me wondering... I saw you had posted this before, a couple of times, but didn't read as I was busy. Today...the day after my son moved out very suddenly...I read it, not knowing what it was about. That isn't an accident. So, thank you. *kiss* "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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