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milkweed
Junior Member

since 2004-09-07

Posts 42
fields of gold

0 posted 2005-12-31 04:57 AM

Back then,
I thought I had it all figured out.
My heart had done without
     long enough
     and hurt
     hard enough
          that when it came to commitment,
          it was a practicality,
          based on logic,
          mutual need,
          some security.
Then
You came into my life.
     (Or were you always there in my shadow?)
You really were not invited.
     Yet you came
      and woke my dormant heart,
           the heart I thought had died.
You breath life into me when you say my name.
It is my soul echo, that place where you remain,
     my name on your lips, yes that’s it.
I wonder when I speak yours
     does it make a full eclipse?
My rationale escapes me –
     those years of believing
          the only real love was that piece of paper,
          when two total strangers
          can make a go of things if they believe they can.
          (I heard in India that’s the plan.)
It’s just not the truth.
Not the truth.
There is more, so much more I don’t understand.

It took me by surprise
     to find it now exposing lies.
Problem is:  pen on paper.
Wish I had the right eraser.

Dragon Mistress
Member

since 2002-08-26

Posts 289
Washington, USA.

1 posted 2005-12-31 05:23 AM

Beautiful, I much enjoyed this... thank you!

~*~I'm a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~

icebox
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

2 posted 2005-12-31 07:04 AM

“Back then,
I thought I had it all figured out.”

Last night I was speaking with my daughter about how she acted and reacted when she was very young. I fed her the old Dylan line that she was so much older then, she’s younger than that now. Being swift to reach indigence, she did a classic hands on hips stance and threw back a defiant, “Well, that’s just not right!”

She made me smile. Your poem did also; it is very well done. Thank you for sharing it.

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

3 posted 2005-12-31 09:30 AM

I wonder when I speak yours
does it make a full eclipse?

All I can say is you packed an awful lot into this poem..so much truth that it hurts.

M

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

4 posted 2005-12-31 10:04 AM

Strong, honest write.
much enjoyed.
hugs, Chris

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
~Carl Sandburg

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

5 posted 2005-12-31 04:05 PM

I enjoyed your poem, milkweek! Happy New Year!

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

6 posted 2005-12-31 06:10 PM

hello, milkweed

I don't believe I've ever read your work
but will be sure to look for you now

wow, what a heartbeat of a write!

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

7 posted 2005-12-31 09:00 PM

Milkweed, enjoyed your post.
and Icebox, I think I am now younger than my "kids" so I understand your post too. martyjo

miscellanea
Member Elite

since 2004-06-24

Posts 4060
OH

8 posted 2006-01-01 12:53 PM

milkweed,

   I've read this several times, each time understanding and feeling more.  Your poem touched me deeply.  It sounds as if you question the logic of logic.   Good luck to you in your plight.

  miscellanea

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