Open Poetry #37 |
Tiara’d Crown [Hobo’d Trails] #2 |
Sunshine
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Tiara’d Crown [Hobo’d Trails] #2 He could tell where her bags, those sacks of hold-it-all clothe had sprung from, the coiled and coiling knit 1, purl 2 of yesterday’s colors, those once hot pinks, fluorescent greens, and brilliant blues, now grayed, betrayed by her fingerings and reminisce, every time she would burrow into this or that hold’em chief, as she called them, when talking to herself. If you were inconspicuous, quiet, she would allow you to sit and listen if you didn’t disturb her, or ask for a sip, and she would start her own conversation to herself, of course, as she wouldn’t talk to no stranger… and then in life’s meager twilight time, some full bodied moment came into view…. By then, you could’ve asked her for a cup’pa coffee, even a sup of her stew, but ask her to share of herself, tell a story, or two… it was invisible she’d become to you. She would meld into that deep twilight time, some silence heating the lonesome point of dark, and then, with that red tip burning, she began to leave her mark. Her stories never varied, nor strayed, her lonesome was tomorrow in some cool summer’s shade; she was midnight, and moonlight, and summer sun aglow, she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all the grit she wore, she spoke of her Rose of yesterday, and of Autumn who sang a song; of her April and those brighter moments, and of all the monied promises, if only she could have strung her soul that long… “I gave it up for quiet, for some peace within this old soul; no one should own a human, no body is someone’s gold.” She lit the stoke a time, or two, then swallowed the rest of her drink, she slowly leaned into tomorrow, falling deep into Morpheus’ brink… I blinked a moment, the moment flew tomorrow was yesterday’s past… I remembered the woman, a hobo of time, with her fluorescent-colored bags… I wonder of her now and then, all the price she had paid, and knew in my heart of hearts that saw, her tiara of life had been fully paid and slowly, painfully, renewed. Knit 1, Purl 2. ~*~ " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Brava, Karilea! The price a woman has to pay to be free...yes, sometimes, we just have to put on those rose-colored glasses. ....jo |
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Martie
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Sissie “I gave it up for quiet, for some peace within this old soul; no one should own a human, no body is someone’s gold.” This is a poem that gives and sees....a wonderful look into the human spirit. Thank you for writing it. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Oh this is good....I knew someone like this a long time ago...only it was a man and not a woman....I guess that doesn't matter , a poem about him would be near the same, except for a "he" referance, instead of "she" This stanza sticks out to me as the best, although it was hard to choose... "Her stories never varied, nor strayed, her lonesome was tomorrow in some cool summer’s shade; she was midnight, and moonlight, and summer sun aglow, she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all the grit she wore," enjoyed ________ ____ice ><> |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
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"If you were inconspicuous, quiet, she would allow you to sit and listen if you didn’t disturb her, or ask for a sip, and she would start her own conversation to herself, of course, as she wouldn’t talk to no stranger…" and this "I blinked a moment, the moment flew tomorrow was yesterday’s past… I remembered the woman, a hobo of time, with her fluorescent-colored bags… I wonder of her now and then, all the price she had paid, and knew in my heart of hearts that saw, her tiara of life had been fully paid and slowly, painfully, renewed." Love those parts, Kari. Very cool to read your take on hittin' the hobo-road... |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
reminds me of my grandmother ... all us kids would sit and listen to the tellings for hours wonderful thoughts Karilea |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
I really like the way you contrasted times and actions in her life. I felt as I could see her making these transitions. misce |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
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and I feel a tug of familiarity in this, not sure if I KNOW her or if I AM her... but wow where have I been? playing ketchup here and oh this reminds me of Ruthie...remind me to tell 'bout her sometime, k? loved this. love you |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
“I gave it up for quiet, for some peace within this old soul; no one should own a human, no body is someone’s gold.” I love it... all of it. "Knit 1, Purl 2." How perfect! |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
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While reading this I escaped to another place and time for a few minutes. Very well crafted, and a pleasure to read. Hugs Mommak. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Lovely, Sunshine. If she was real, she was lucky to have had you (and maybe others) to listen to her. Hugs to your dog in your new photo. - Owl |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Her stories never varied, nor strayed, her lonesome was tomorrow in some cool summer’s shade; she was midnight, and moonlight, and summer sun aglow, she was yesterday’s tomorrow, in all the grit she wore, she spoke of her Rose of yesterday, and of Autumn who sang a song; of her April and those brighter moments, and of all the monied promises, if only she could have strung her soul that long… Oh my, Karilea!! This is such beautiful writing. I especially loved the part above!! Hugs, Ethel |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Wondeful!! So lovely Karilea.. Of course there was a number 2.. and a number 3? Hugging you tight, Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
oh what a write, this was so visual and captivating sunshiny girl....thanks so much for sharing this with us, I enjoyed. ~hugs~ Tracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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