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Life's "A La Carte" Menu And The Lingering Taste Of Emptiness
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Life's "A La Carte" Menu And The Lingering Taste Of Emptiness |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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If I were possessed of all my faculties, I would have guessed I could feel pain walking barefoot on these broken links, left from what seems to be an endless chain of misunderstandings shattered on the glassy rocks of foolish expectations; instead, there is an emptiness again, the familiar, the friendly hollow space within which may be rung a bell three times, and at those times can issue forth a tone unheard outside the gates of Hell, except perhaps by those whose thoughts of childhood left early in life to find survival only in the unseen shadows, the emotional wraiths, those suckled at the stony tit of being alone where the taste of life lingers as a paradox, the presence of that which is missing, that which is absent within a place of ancient ice, the cavern I called safe for longer than my eyes could see; your notice is not needed as I feel its numbing chill in me always and recognize it as my only home. Have I mentioned to you, in passing, that I am going blind? No matter, so much of life and its hapless hordes should pass unseen; anyway, I doubt that in the end it will carry much meaning in my soul where most nightmares are memories of visions, flashes of horrors frozen in time, choices remaindered as stains left on life’s pathways uncleansed by prayer or rhyme, where the few safe moments, the pure singular joys shared with the willing, were built of touch and taste, of sound and scent, shared now also mostly only when I am sleeping alone with the dead. ©2005 by icebox [This message has been edited by icebox (05-24-2005 10:55 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"where the few safe moments, the pure singular joys shared with the willing, were built of touch and taste, of sound and scent" in the whole of life, just one of these senses can become a lifeline in and of itself whispering namaste, and a hug |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
there is an emptiness again, the familiar, the friendly hollow space within which may be rung a bell three times, and at those times can issue forth a tone unheard outside the gates of Hell, Oh dear, collapse me why don't ya! WOW! m "we all have wings, but some of us don't know why" |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Life takes what it will take, and at times there seems to be a sense of humor behind it that is other than human, or possibly just too primitive for our modern sensibilities. The best a person can wish for, is to have the last laugh. I've known that to happen too, but it's rare. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
You're always a pleasure to read. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sigh... you make me worry (okay, I worry anyhow) You can call on me yanno.  |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"No matter, so much of life and its hapless hordes should pass unseen" agreed...yet...I will deal with the hapless hordes in return for the times when I see the hope..in the face of a child, the color of a lily...or the eyes of someone that loves me.  it's all give and take...and there is a purpose for that. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
As always, beautifully done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
You certainally know how to write the "dark" side of feeling - it echos its pain- susanIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
This well written, sad and lonley piece has spread over me, as I sit and read for the third time, a sense of quiet sadness. My insides are churning, trying to form some type of resistance. No words from me can change anything. But know that I sit here and read and feel for you. If I were your neighbor you would have delivered to your door, a New York cheesecake, in an attempt to see you smile. best to you icebox, martyjo [This message has been edited by latearrival (05-24-2005 04:33 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
It's hard to know what to say....this poem makes me feel sad.  Maybe that will help? |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Never cease to enjoy your writing, my friend. Always deep and full. jwesley |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
"If I were possessed of all my faculties," This one couldn't start any other way. (trust me, I know..lol) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
...this... wow just wow |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
you break me sir, a deep respect and understanding r |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
How well you link the endless chain, icebox. (of misunderstandings) How aptly put is that!!! I am humbled by your poem good poet, in that I don't feel so all alone. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
NIce writing...James |
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