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Rights of the Child |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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is the deep chill wearing work cloths? nodding permission like a hissing sound, deafening? i am the door, which celebrates my father’s decision…which i "can" open or close… turning silence, between my fingers allows the volume to complain capping old spice watching the face of throw away plates toasting marshmallows to players with a great big L across their foreheads lay a strap of years across my back, struck by the lightening of loud applause on our sofa where crippling polio sat shadowy rooms, wrapped in tears step stool parents who did the distance saran wrap locks in freshness leftovers became innovative a poster child…became court room drama uncrated by proof of soft white hands, while judge judy played checkers in a dimly lit tavern the cash register’s door creaks an aura of power a broken piece of some puzzle of life reminding me of the popping muscles of another poor bastard who bites the dust like a coming of age odyssey being the fool of my mother’s hunger it wasn’t his month to be a delivery man, for stolen moments i can see him waving, in his navy blues climbing up some ladder of free and clear with alibis up the gazoo who knew about the gourd his estranged daughter grew every summer and every fall waiting for him to open that door and challenge an unbearably powerful solution i wonder what his last thoughts were when death came to knock on his door? and that silly little event, that conveys me to him becoming friends of the dead for life with time off, on weekends & holidays memory never fails to remember and this one, I’ve decided to keep slow cooked on the back burner… just to remind me, how much I love children and their right to expect a good role model sobering is the mourner, the one who was to him, ironic and fictitious long golden curls and bobbie socks killed in a car wreck…his he did the best he could, or knew how to do... it just wasn’t enough... [This message has been edited by LeeJ (07-20-2005 06:26 AM).] |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
wow Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ *sigh* ... there are layers and layers to this penning~ And this - 'memory never fails to remember' Classic~ Poignant piecing of poetic ponder~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
LeeJ., I can't tell you how this affected me. Bitter, I suppose. This is very well conveyed, leaving me with an emptiness, a bit of hurt. I will be forever in awe of how you conjure up the imagery that you do. You pace it so quickly that I am taken away with the events. miscellanea |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
LeeJ, this poem really touched my heart. Thanks so much for sharing with us. You write your thoughts so well that I feel I'm right there looking at whatever you're writing about.  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"i am the door, which celebrates my father’s decision…" I agree with Marge, because I nod, how you do layer! and each layer is so multi-faceted, Lee, I'm often left feeling inept to understand. Your passion is undeniable and I admire that so very much, lady. And as I've said before, sometimes I don't "get" it as a whole, but I read everything you post, because EVERY time you do, there are several lines I wished I'd written. You serve up 12 course meals, Lee. And it takes more than one reading for me to digest, but it is all delicious.  |
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