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 floating down the river
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 301
NataliaPage 13 of 15    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)
Natalia finishes her makeup
before greeting the day
sitting at the desk with
her children and grandchildren
her deceased husband
her silent visitors
in frozen pictures
as
the blue-frocked aid
a new one
looks at the tag on the door
and calls her name

"time for breakfast
here are your medicines
now lets get you in this wheelchair
Natalie"

"my name is Natalia
and i was a dancer
in the Karov ballet
i was born in Russia
and my name is
Natalia"

as she is pushed down
the narrow corridor
over the waxed linoleum floor
under the acoustic tiled ceiling
and fluorescent paneled lights
along the glossy white painted
concrete block wall
Natalia notices a new black skid mark
on the floor

"that wasn't there yesterday"

and so...

another day passes
in the purgatory
of the forgotten
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 302
Natalia
Posted: 10/6/2008 5:00:14 PM
The whole of this, floating, is so fine, but this

[quoteNatalia notices a new black skid mark
on the floor

"that wasn't there yesterday"

and so...

another day passes

is masterful!
 floating down the river
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 303
Natalia
Posted: 10/6/2008 5:55:00 PM
Thanks Aloysha so much for the praise. I am just devoloping as a writer (3 months) and appreciate your comment. Oh, one other thing, that should be the Kirov ballet, not the Karov ballet. Screwed up on the research...
 *silverswan*
Joined: 9/13/2008
Msg: 304
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Natalia
Posted: 10/6/2008 7:17:28 PM
ummmmmmm, who was it just said to me "I am not a wordsmith and my stuff is like nursery rhymes?"..... hello??? If that above is a nursery rhyme, then oh please let me be Mother Goose...... 3 months? 3? T H R E E ??? ohmigosh.... FDTR, you just blew me away!!!! amazing!!! loved it!!! took my breath away.

in case you didn't know it
i am quite in awe
and in abidance
i step aside
and wonder why
at 58
i am still so far from heaven
 floating down the river
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 305
Natalia
Posted: 10/6/2008 8:21:17 PM
oh no...Silverswan please... thanks for the pat on the back...but really that poem took about 3 hours of my time which I don't have...ya know?. That is an exception. Most of my stuff goes good with juju fruit candy and popcorn. But thanks I am almost blushing...tee hee.

kind words are warm
like a quilt sewn by mothers hands

*And thanks again Swanee and Aloysha. :)
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 306
Natalia
Posted: 10/7/2008 9:35:53 AM

Thanks Aloysha so much for the praise. I am just devoloping as a writer (3 months)


Oh, dude! I hope this is not going to shock or upset you but......... give up your day-job! Forget about looking for a rela tionship if that's what you're on here for because.... you've been smitten by the poetry bug! If, God forbid, you run dry at any time, you'll be out there like the rest of us on some street-corner begging passersby for an opening line or a spare image.....
 DOMUT
Joined: 9/13/2008
Msg: 307
Natalia
Posted: 10/9/2008 10:59:12 AM
kind words are warm
like a quilt sewn by mothers hands


Thank you for the validation
 floating down the river
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 308
Insomnia
Posted: 10/17/2008 3:09:52 PM
He awoke in the cold gray light of dawn.
There was something poking him.
He was tired.
Was it the bowl of spicy chili,
the cup of coffee or
the full moon.
He thought of the poem.
He saw the ripped pizza box lid and
the sheet of paper lying
next to him.
He dreaded the idea
of going to work.
He saw his glasses
in the folds of the blanket.
He closed his eyes and
thought of getting up and
not getting up
and the pen,
that he was lying on.
 *silverswan*
Joined: 9/13/2008
Msg: 309
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Insomnia
Posted: 10/17/2008 5:39:12 PM
and because he had a poet's heart
he could ignore the harsh rasping branch
etching its pain on the window
reach for the pen and compose
sonatas to drown out the branch

there is just something about this canadian air here riv...... it brings out the timeless beauty islanded in you
 floating down the river
Joined: 12/2/2007
Msg: 310
Insomnia
Posted: 10/17/2008 5:49:51 PM
Thanks Swannie...much appreciated...Should have left the last line off. Let the reader wonder about the pen...eh?

*I would come at you with a poem, but I got to put away these loping shears...God that branch got under my skin...haha
 DOMUT
Joined: 9/13/2008
Msg: 311
Now is the time
Posted: 10/20/2008 3:57:28 PM
For I have seen the dead..although they are not truly dead
Merely appearances like compacted smoke
Filling an area alongside my bed or whizzing past me as I lay at the foot of the steps comforting the dogs who were whimpering
I do not know who those appearances were before but I do know of spirits passing and stopping to visit before moving on
I also know of grandparents and parent offering assurances to me
I also know of the numerous being feed medications in the sustaining of "life" and the "dead" that you speak of regarding the lack of care received
I pulled this site up to the top as I miss having the assortment of folk that came to share on this site. Hope to hear, again, from you Donna

Beth50Ann
 fishing4y
Joined: 10/10/2008
Msg: 312
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POEM FROM CHARLOTE
Posted: 10/20/2008 4:12:19 PM
miss you
I woke up this moring
and then I raised
I think Ill get dressed and
head outside
Hey Honey I miss you
like the moring dew
I looked out I think the rain ended
And I dont think I
can live without you
I walked out side and I
can feel the sun on my face
Hey babe dont you want
to come over to my place
I woke up tismoring
and then I raised
I thought, Gee I wish you
was here by my side
because your lips are as
moist as the moring dew
And your love holds on to me
like the rain, after
its gone and went throght
bu charlote 2008
I hoped you like it, I write alot of poems
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 313
Alef
Posted: 11/20/2008 7:25:03 AM
My people were reborn
in the letter Alef
which gave birth to bet,
gimmel, daled...


Alef was A-dam,
made of adamah
which is earth.
Bet was ben-Adam
“son of Adam,” son of man,
that is, human..

My people are of earth
and were reborn
after Auschwitz, Buchenwald,
Chelmno, Dachau, &c.,
&c.,&c.,&c.,
&c.,
the whole alphabet
of calculated human bestiality.

Reborn, not so much when they were returned
to Eretz Israel, the “land of Israel,” the earth
of Israel, but when they unearthed the Hebrew tongue
from its 2,000 year sleep,
and found their beloved Alef
once again!
 hummingbirddancing
Joined: 11/7/2008
Msg: 314
You............
Posted: 11/23/2008 11:06:30 PM

Hoping all is well and good
with you
wish it all , but Good!
Angel kisses
arms and hands
reaching loving,
hearts demand!
Lovely window
lovely things
sailing by...
all eyes see!
Future is the bell
that rings
Once we forget
other things!
hugs
xo jules :)
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 315
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 9:52:45 AM
Sent: Monday, February 16, 2009 7:30 AM
Subject: She is at peace now ...


It is with a sad heart that I am letting you know of Donna's passing this morning around 6:30 am. Our cousin stayed the night with Donna and was there to comfort her.

Sadly,
Donna's sister Sandra
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 316
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RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:07:58 AM
AT THE CANCER CLINIC: born from his own experience, fighting cancer

She is being helped toward the open door
that leads to the examining rooms
by two young women I take to be her sisters.
Each bends to the weight of an arm
and steps with the straight, tough bearing
of courage. At what must seem to be
a great distance, a nurse holds the door,
smiling and calling encouragement.
How patient she is in the crisp white sails
of her clothes. The sick woman
peers from under her funny knit cap
to watch each foot swing scuffing forward
and take its turn under her weight.
There is no restlessness or impatience
or anger anywhere in sight. Grace
fills the clean mold of this moment
and all the shuffling magazines grow still.

Ted Kooser



Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout;
"Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

By Henry Van Dyke, a 19th Century clergyman, educator, poet, and religious writer.

************************************

Goodbye, Donna...we'll miss you....
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 317
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:28:27 AM
Oh, Brizo, did you know that she loved Ted Kouser? That I downloaded every one of his poems I could find and sent them to her one by one in the daily emails she and I used to exchange!

How did you die, Donna?
How did so much life,
love, wit, aspiration,
avidness to read
and learn and communicate
come to such a screeching halt?

Those crazed, miscued cells
just chewed you up
sinew by ligament by bone
burrowing, tunnelling, attacking
head on. Those crazy fu*kers,
mindless, Godless, with no agenda
other than multiply, destroy and
multiply, they nickle-&-dimed you
out of the life
that at one time had been a veritable
Fort Knox,
a treasury from which you dispensed
love and wisdom to all
who came and asked or
didn’t even ask
but you sensed their need

The only meaning
of this goddamned
so-called “poem”
is that you will never see it
 Autumn Fantasy
Joined: 11/17/2008
Msg: 318
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:53:52 AM
Jer I would like to say I hope she does read it because it was written from the heart by your loss of a friend. I remember looking forward to any poem Donna wrote over on Old Souls - it was always such an inspiration. None of us really know what happens when you die - let us hope that peace flies.
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 319
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RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:59:58 AM
well, I would suggest the title of her thread, Between Worlds indicates that Donna herself thinks there is more than one, and so I'm thinking she is headed to the better one...

I love Ted Kooser too, the least pretentious poet I've ever read. Good looking in a rugged way, too...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 320
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 4:02:18 PM
I've been so hungry for contact ever since I got the news. I wrote this a short while ago but don't think/know if it's complete:

Now, with the loss of your voice
I seek out a hundred other voices
to equal your sweetness,
your quiet strength,
your almost religious faith
in reason...
 `Sophia
Joined: 2/6/2009
Msg: 321
RIP, Donna Doyle (Cdnreader)
Posted: 2/16/2009 4:05:48 PM
When your heart flew toward Heaven,
time stood still.
It did not interfere.
 

(Sri Chinmoy)
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 322
Donna, the day before
Posted: 2/16/2009 5:33:44 PM
A silence settles back
over the day just past, a day
I spent talking, to everyone within reach,
of my grief over the imminent death
of my friend. I talked
and talked
and everyone was sympathetic

but my grief was not assuaged

and my words and theirs
were swallowed up by the silence
encroaching from later on
 `Sophia
Joined: 2/6/2009
Msg: 323
Rest In Peace Donna (CdnReader)
Posted: 2/17/2009 12:34:35 PM
Sent: Monday, February 16, 2009 7:30 AM
Subject: She is at peace now ...


It is with a sad heart that I am letting you know of Donna's passing this morning around 6:30 am. Our cousin stayed the night with Donna and was there to comfort her.

Sadly,
Donna's sister Sandra

(Hi Jerry, just a little bump in the event not everyone who knew her here on POF saw this yesterday).
 hummingbirddancing
Joined: 11/7/2008
Msg: 324
Rest In Peace Donna (CdnReader)
Posted: 2/17/2009 12:43:26 PM
So sorry to hear of this. I will gladly place this here, for it rang in my mind when she left it here in her thread! Amazing and absolutely Beautiful!




~ Be~

This between-space...
This breath between steps...
shall offer thee a window on what has gone before.

Look back.
Sweep thine eyes over the greenness of the valley,
the deep forest darkness that has sheltered thee,
the watery expanse that has carried thee here.
Cast your glance across the breadth of experience
that is you.

This between-space...
This warm and quiet embrace...
shall offer thee a vision of the future.

Look beyond and remember
what has not yet come to be.
Take me in your arms.
Spin me around the back of the moon.
Feel the tingling of stardust pass thee by
as we dance on a comet's trail,
skirting along the edge of quantum depths,
dipping and gliding through the shadows
of planets not yet born.
Take my hand...come with me beyond the universe...
back to where we have yet to begin.

But soft....
This between-space exists here for you...
All that you need is here.

Be here.
Be in this between-space....
Be...


cdn/24jul07

This was so very beautiful! As is she!
 seanymphridinglightning
Joined: 1/25/2009
Msg: 325
?where is my love?
Posted: 2/17/2009 12:47:43 PM
?where is my love?

if heaven can let go doves, then - it does!

But they always fly back above!

If heaven can spill her diamonds to glisten on shorelines underneath shells of the sandiest ocean, then she does!

But diamonds are always picked up and then mounted, worn, hidden, or stolen.

How about that polished one.

We suddenly SEE no more?

If smiles were meant to last, then our teeth might forever gleam.
But decay and gingivitis sets in...

We are mummies.
We are pharoahs without all the red-tape (I mean white tape, I mean duct tape) I mean Duck Tape!

We are
Calling

Out

A name.

A meme.

A
Memory.

Research.
Watch her flee!

The body
Could no
Longer

Carry me, Jerry...
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