Thursday, November 1, 2007
Blogit
Damn it Blogit you did it, admit it so we can forget it. Note: I wrote this after reading posts about Dave's eviction. I don't know if I know the full story, but apparently, Dave was unjustly banned from blogit and many blogit bloggers are in an uproar. I do not mean any disrespect with the forget...
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I Remember Us
I sit here today and I remember you; I remember us, young, fearless kids who had it all figured out, and thought we knew all about sorrow and heartbreak, fulfillment and happiness. Guided by our hearts alone, we knew exactly what we wanted, and we were on a crash course to get there; but somewhere...
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Still (to my daughter)
Happy birthday baby. Bye bye my sweet love. Miss you much. Think of you still. Never far from my heart. Ever present in my spirit. My arms ache for you still. I do not understand. I do not question. I cry alone. But rejoice in you still.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
You, who knew me
You, who knew me, You, who lived in my light, You, who took my breath away, have now taken my sight.
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Who Was I?
Who was I when you fell in love with me? I can’t remember who I used to be. Young once, passionate I know, just who was I, all those many years ago? It seems I am missing someone I’m not sure I ever really knew, but I am certain she was once in love with you. I look for glimpses of the girl I let...
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Dolls and Dishes
I handle each with care as I put them in their new place; and then imagine you there with a smile upon your face. I think you would like their new home, but they look a little lost to me – perhaps just out of place; We've had a long road, and it shows upon each beautiful, porcelain face. For a...
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
The Original
She said they sounded, Oh I don’t know like something she had read a hundred times before. This Italian woman I met only once. She read my poetry and was apparently unimpressed. I guess I should have been hurt by her words, offended or something. But I wasn’t. I do often wonder, though what exactly...
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What Part of ME Did You Not Get?
She sat in their living room in a place she once called home, and went back in time, as she studied the pictures on their wall. Looking at their wedding day photo, she stepped back into the shoes of a young, naïve girl, who put her hand in his, and promised her heart to only him; she buried her head...
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
Saved
I often sit in church and ponder what would happen if I started laughing during invocation when everybody is crying and everything is so serious and then I get tickled and have to bite my cheek or pinch my arm really hard to keep from laughing out loud I cover my eyes and duck my head dang it how...
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The Flood
I cried over my kid’s baby books, footies my grandma made handprints on paper and those little red shoes. I cried over my yearbooks, moccasins my grandma gave me first Halloween costumes and that old wooden bobber. But I didn’t cry over the milk. I threw it away.
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