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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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In the basin of mischief, after lights were kissed g'nite mean mice schemed a riddling-- how to eat the cheese of dreams without getting snapped in half: She is not at home as she weeps -she lied - she said she sneezed but there are tissues by her bed crumpled with her memories unacceptable in green she likes her Kleenex white and these-- are green-- her eyes were piercing me-- why is it I can't understand? I stand ashamed in ignorance of why this is important and can I drive her home? Then I realized that she had slept so soundly that she dreamed of life the way it used to be and I was rude awakening that all of it is gone. I told her that she didn't need to sleep if she would rather not. I said that she could watch tv or we could play monopoly and she could buy the whole damned block of all the things that she had lost-- she could be the bank and cross her losses off a list. "They never had a church," she said. "Who?" I asked her, "Who did this?" "Monopoly," she said and shrugged, "not one frigging church on it..." I nodded, saying, "Godlessness condemns us all to search for them and build them when they can't be found--" "and every house is painted green!" she glared at all her rumplings lined up like dead soldiers on the table that she keeps like "home" with medicines all in a row and lotion within reach. Finally I understood--I watched her as she fell asleep and mean mice scheme their riddlings-- inside her head they scurry dreams rattling the traps to snap-- the money that she doesn't have has become her enemy so Kleenex should be purity: White if that's "security" then that is something I can fix and so, I guess you know I will... this is The Big Easy, afterall. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Serenity...Again you kept me wondering but knowing at the same time what this was about till the end. Sounds like a daughter comforting her mother that has lost all to Katrina and the daughter letting her know everything will be alright, " This is the Big Easy After all" Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Finally I understood--I watched her as she fell asleep and mean mice scheme their riddlings-- inside her head they scurry dreams rattling the traps to snap-- the money that she doesn't have has become her enemy so Kleenex should be purity: great writing...I see this in the aging, their dreaming of yesterday's reality becoming todays beliefs  M |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Your new muse is fortunate to have you as a pen... Understanding the layers, loving you all the more for your heart. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, Complexity is in the mind of the beholder.  |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"...she dreamed of life the way it used to be and I was rude awakening that all of it is gone." To awake from dreams of younger days into the terrors of age can be very disorienting. You both are on an interesting path. It is hard for some to learn that the past is another country. Great writing, cher. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
...and blessed she is to have you to understand the importance at a time of such a weary, scrambled mess. hugging you, Chrislane |
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poetry_queen Member
since 2006-02-02
Posts 94england, |
hugs **** |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
yes... hugging you tight. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karen "White if that's "security" then that is something I can fix and so, I guess you know I will..." If there is one thing you can fix, then you will, and in the act tear down much more than tissue, and rebuild with love. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
"They never had a church," she said. "Who?" I asked her, "Who did this?" "Monopoly," she said and shrugged, "not one frigging church on it..." I nodded, saying, "Godlessness condemns us all to search for them and build them when they can't be found--" It sure is funny how you notice the darnest things when you lose those things that supplied comfort to you isn't it? Hugging that woman so tight this morning, yes I am. At least you are buying white kleenix, that you can do. I can't even begin to imagine the dreams/nightmares of the folks suffering loss Karen. |
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desert-spike Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 194TX/USA |
I will never play monopoly ever again. Nor will I look at mice the same way ever again-and they gave me the creeps to begin with! I enjoyed the comparison of money and kleenex. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
You certainly keep us wondering and exercising our minds and hanging on every word all the way to the end, Serenity Blaze. I loved it all, but my favourite stanzas are the church one (especially the end) and the following one about the row of green tissues. - Owl |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Karen, You often write at a level that most of us wish we might...I often times have though you have a few loose screws...but your creativity washes away that thought. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Laughing at Barry and also wanting to slap him silly!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks for reading, and for understanding. I'm sure ya'll are gonna love Bettie as much as we do, too. 78 years old, a broken hip, and yep, she lost everything to the storm, but yet? Here she is like the energizer bunny--she just keeps going and going and going... and smooches to Barry regarding my loose screws.  Once upon a time I would have agreed whole-heartedly, but I do believe my screws were so loose, I have prolly lost them all by now.Nope. I don't believe I have a screw left in me.  I'm tard, I tell ya!Thanks all for reading. I'll have a picture ready for you after she fixes her wig. grin and whew...long day today. I think I'll go hug my bed.  I might get wakened at three a.m.--she'll play monopoly but only if you let her be the car.  |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Let me tell you something, I may not be able to vote yet but I do know great talent when I read it. Seriously, you should look into writing screenplays. I'd watch a movie you write. Cheers - Ed "Give me a museum, and I'll fill it." |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Wow, you know what? It was powerful BEFORE I read your response, it's a hundred times more powerful now. You awe me. and then He created the horse... |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"White if that's "security" then that is something I can fix and so, I guess you know I will... this is The Big Easy, afterall." Ah....you can fix at least that my sweet angel witch.....*hugs*....jo |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
WOW! Seren this is fantastic - ~hugs~  floatingTracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
You are lucky to have Miss Bettie.  and we are lucky that you share. love ya lady. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Serenity, Never will I think of the Monopoly board quite the same! You are a such a brilliant writer, thinker. I'm so glad that I have the fortune of reading your thoughts. Love you, serenity. sadie |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Karen, this was so alive with visuals...made me feel like I was right there...you've introduced Betty to us through your pen...are you going to give this to her... She's in my prayers...thank you sweet lady for you birthing her story to us. Hugs to you |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
I thought I had replied to this... "Finally I understood--I watched her as she fell asleep and mean mice scheme their riddlings-- inside her head they scurry dreams rattling the traps to snap-- the money that she doesn't have has become her enemy so Kleenex should be purity: White if that's "security" then that is something I can fix and so, I guess you know I will..." And I'm sure you did just that... and much, much more... Give Bettie a hug for me... Love ya, Karen... "When the power of love overcomes the love |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Karen, I can't get over the surging feelings in your poetry. Katrina has left me with a hole in my heart that I don't know how to fill. Until recently, I haven't known anyone personally who lived in New Orleans, but my reaction to the devastation is stark horror and a gut level desire to help. I wish I knew how on a meaningful level. I've come to love a man who used to live in New Orleans. He's a civil engineer in Florida now by occupation, exceedingly intelligent, but his heart is incredible. He orchestrated so much aid and help immediately after Katrina and he has indefatigably given of his time, money, and physical energy to helping those still struggle with the devastation. To me he is a hero, and I'm put to shame watching him. He's larger than life, and i've never even seen a picture of him... I've been aware for a long time of the pain, so reading your poems, I literally ache for the people there who've lost so much. The feelings that rise in my throat reminds me of the way my aunt responded to a man who was scavenging through her personal things when her house burned down some years ago. Only the front wall of the house remained. She and her husband were destitute and living in the debris. Some guy went to take her guitar. She took it out of his hand and smashed it as she screamed obscenties at him. The strength boiled in her, much the way it does in your writes. I am always left a bit shaken after reading your poems. They are so real and make me search the desires of my mind and heart. My pinprick prayers just seem so small. But I send them anyway. ~ Karen |
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