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thoughts after reading "Lovely Bones"
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thoughts after reading "Lovely Bones" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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like a revolving sales team everything was still cooking yes, my hero coexisting in the world of my fancies... he was like walking out of a mirage of heat rising off blacktop but then, my assailant overpowered me with deep concentration cut short my already limited life... and i waited for some sign of approval yoked together with a giant wave of consciousness somehow knowing we’d be together again he and I…someday tossed in a storm angry noise of his desperate terror he would crouch in his corner trembling like i did, before he took my life, before he drained every last hue of breath from my limp body... but for now… like late summer becoming a daily affair my wardrobe consisted of womanhood tripping over words with long strides which could only be spoken, as children were born... i stood gazing out the window of my heaven growing, like everything was preplanned... looking into great pools of blue water, imagining what i would look like what i had looked like in former life? inhaling fragrant honey, which was tip toeing like proud parents into the surprise of my voices feet... laying foundations tossed with stones of fair colors, enjoying the privacy of this public transportation, that would soon carry me against my will…back…to that soft light of birth… great generations with family names exploding into my mouth…like a death sentence i didn’t want to go…i didn’t want to hear those names echo in my ears, like a commandment filling my dreams with great sorrow, knowing what it was like to touch a previous day…knowing the intensity of life, and it’s heavy bed… i would have to leave, when the sun announced a new day…. i would have to fill the air with my presence being placed on the crammed filled world which to me, was like a crowded train station…. but, i would claim every promise in the bonds of adverse suffering, that my ancestors accounted for perhaps as a child perhaps as a daughter’s silent plea perhaps claiming love and affection but, somehow, i knew, this time, i’d leap into all the dark clouds of the world and this time, every passing minute would be valuable… this time, i’d remember a flash of light god’s voice in the deepest thunder the world had ever heard saying good riddance to black nights knowing where the moon’s light shone the brightest this time, my voice would be heard like the sounds of waves on a beach and rooted bitterness would be something despised my words would hasten like inspired wings of doves wandering off in some wilderness of heartfelt song… pointing to the raised eyebrow of horizons and there, my birthday would be continued on the next page i’d forgive my assailants of past lives if , i could only remember the small bows of quiet moments the beautiful fountains of morning light shining as joy comes in the morning, forgetting the nights of darkness… |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Yes each one seems different but are they? Enjoyed the read. Good morning sweet. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ I'll be coming back to this one~ Finding so much to ponder~ 'if , i could only remember the small bows of quiet moments the beautiful fountains of morning light shining' The if's of my life are sometimes where I need to be~ So, I indulge myself~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Lee, I have had this Alice Sebold book in my little library nook for over a year now ... forgotten all about it until this moment. Thankyou for this wonderful write and quiet nudge. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Lee, Love the way you conjure up images one after another! These lines really caught my focus. After I copied them, I realized I could have easily copied it in its entirity! It's great to read your poetry again! 'like late summer becoming a daily affair my wardrobe consisted of womanhood tripping over words with long strides' Enjoyed, miscellanea |
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