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Speak to Me

Without words
how eloquently
you redefined
for me
what I held as true

Thought I saw clearly
but now I see
as though wearing
some old person's glasses
and the ground
is not quite under
my feet anymore

I seem to break
whatever I hold dear
I need repair so badly
not some eloquent
redefinition
consisting of no words
at all

Author notes

Why do I keep throwing all my care away? Must be a lesson here somewhere. But I am incredibly thick. x 'Silliwoman'
Written July 10th, 2006

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  • ajocean silver member
    September 10
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    beautiful


  • Camille Morin gold member
    August 15

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    This piece is an eloquent realization of the sort of thoughts we release with every sigh. I feel your sense of self-doubt and loss as to how to take the world. You certainly gave the prompt richness and depth.

    You and I were cut from the same cloth, my friend. Thank you for giving voice to my heart as well as your own.

    Love,
    Camille

    • chills gold member
      August 16
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      Thank you so much my dear. Yes, I think we may be cut from the same cloth. That's a very good thing in my opinion! xx Debs

  • Bob Fox
    August 4

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    Deb

    another deep and reflective piece of poetry. we long for acceptance & just being loved for who we are yet seek makeovers for self esteem I think. excellent write.

    • chills gold member
      August 4

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      Thanks Bob.... It was about being strategically ignored. Now and again I am brought out of the drawer and polished by the subject of this poem.... and then I completely go to hell in a hand cart as my granny used to say...!

  • GordonR gold member
    July 25

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    Good good.

    You should read your own crystal clear words. You are you. You define yourself, whatever the eloquence and sophistry of others. You write so well you must understand.
    XG


  • chills gold member
    June 20
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    oh, just oh, why did i ever?


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    May 12, 2008

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    great poem on that prompt!

    the wearing away of what it is frustrating..enough..that
    it becomes a scratchy wool sweater eager to be replaced
    and by the sounds of it...just in time too!
    ears/Seattle sis


  • lonely and free
    December 19, 2007
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    'yet each man kills the thing he loves
    by each let it be heard
    some do it with a bitter look
    some with a flattering word
    the coward does it with a kiss
    the brave man with a sword!'
    Oscar Wilde

    a woman with too care ...

    never regret caring xxxxxxxxxxx beautiful melancholy baby x

    • chills gold member
      November 13, 2008
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      reviewing !!

      the coward did it with a kiss. How long ago was that? still struggling. Its coz I never was that much understood before. I like men but now I know that they can't be my friends even if thats what I am used to and what I want and need. Men have partners and they hate women who are wanting their men in a wholly intellectual way. You see, you cant have a proper conversation with a woman. Men don't seem to need the flattery. Which is such a rest. You can short circuit all the girl stuff and just get onto the real thing. And get straight to what matters to both. THEN you can say to a bloke - and how do you feel? and after he's said everything in between he will tell you how he feels. THEN he feels better. BUT he feels guilty cos he told you and not her. THEN she finds out he told you and not her and then everything that would have been fine and helpful turns into hell in a handcart. Then the years go by and you find me saying 'hello darling' to you. x

    • chills gold member
      December 21, 2007
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      ah karen - he suddenly

      came back and I was so sad and he held me. How harsh is that? Just when I was away and clear from all the pain. Guess what's back in my stocking...................... xx have a mellow and peaceful christmas. xx love, debs xx


  • no win no fee
    August 12, 2007
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    I keep seeing your face pop up in the comments of poems I read and I thought it was about time I came on over an gave you a visit and Oh boy Im really glad I did. You are a beautiful writer, so sensitive and clear. your poems just flow like a river. I will deffinately be back to read some more. Is it ok if I add you to my favs.... well Im going to anyway. lol

  • chills gold member
    July 26, 2006
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    So kind of you to comment on my poem. Especially as I contacted you accidentally and out of the blue!! Promise I will return compliment right now.. xx chilli


  • Sudarshan
    July 26, 2006
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    Beautiful

    HI there, this is a really lovely poem, got a nice contemporary feel to it, a wonderful work of art, keep up the good work, have a great time.


  • chills gold member
    July 18, 2006
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    Mike - I will try my best to fail better next time! Love your 'motto' x debs


  • meic
    July 18, 2006
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    Took me back to a place I never wanted to revisit, but you did it so well and with such economy of angst. Excellent.


    • chills gold member
      December 21, 2007
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      oh mike

      where have you gone? It was lovely talking to you. x be at peace xx


  • chills gold member
    July 15, 2006
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    Thanks Vic. Of course, I imagine you may know the context.... x debs

  • Philogos gold member
    July 15, 2006
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    Pain is probably never worth the poetry for the poet. But the rest of us certainly benefit. Nice twist as you revisit the opeing theme. vic

  • Guiry
    July 14, 2006
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    chilli, found your work at last. I love this one, though it is hard to really read/understand.
    I like short poems with short lines. I think that is the skill/trick to getting real thoughts across to other people, not just sound-bites. You can do it too, love this place. Colinxxx


  • Bungalow Bill
    July 12, 2006
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    Very clever, loved the ending....


  • chills gold member
    July 12, 2006
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    Guess you're right Jeff. Just chucked a bit too much in one direction..........

  • Harlequin
    July 12, 2006
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    Good poem, can't believe that you are throwing ALL your care away... Best wishes Jeff

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