We hid them in eggshells, beneath
the tulip petals, far beyond
the pale beach pebbles
washed smooth-
nudged in the shades of a rainbow-
where yellow makes love to green.
In screams and curses and loud
chatter crowds. In the dusk,
in the light, in and out
with the flicks of our tongues.
We hid them between our fingers,
tucked under our breasts.
We hid them deeper in our pockets
mixed in the weight of coins.
Covered in mounds of paper
ink stained and crumbled messes.
Kept quiet from even
the comfort of our diaries.
We hid them in the years,
in the dust and grime and forgetfulness
of age; we hid them behind each of our eyes--
Yet, they stand before us, accusing;
and we've not had time to seek council.
Author notes
it is what it is...
ugh.
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Amazing
"We hid them in eggshells, beneath
the tulip petals, far beyond
the pale beach pebbles
washed smooth-
nudged in the shades of a rainbow-
where yellow makes love to green."
WOW......you are something.....
Lynda
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I'm feeling special.
LOL My more recent pieces aren't getting very much attention. I think it's because they aren't up front with the emotions. Hhhhmmm. That or they just plain suck.
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no way! you are always brilliant, and I love your recent pieces....It costs a fortune to feature now
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It cost a fortune and it's a hit or miss feature, now. If you don't feature at the exact right time... you get nadda in the form of comments.
I miss the old feature.
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"Three can keep a secret, if two are dead"..lol..god I loved that comment!
Secrets; crumbled, behind our eyes, always lurking somewhere aren't they. This is good, save your ughs hon.
lol.
Not my favorite, but definitely thought provoking.
My favorite lines,
"We hid them in the years,
in the dust and grime and forgetfulness
of age; we hid them behind each of our eyes"
is that what the camera catches sometimes that glare of pink/red..? Hmmmm..could be you know. lol.
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Oooh.. wow, this is.. well, it is what it is, as you say really.. but it's fucking fantastic.
it's dark in the way poetry should eb dark-- not vampires and silent screams, but one's that make yuou smile in that dark way and that is grimy and rich but raw and real.
Agg I love this!!And you have breasts (well, obviously, i mean in the poem *nod* 
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j
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and i do like the background. it's just hard to read
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you know... i know, this comment is going to have nothing to do with your poem, but i do not like the contrast of the color of fond with the background... it makes it a little difficult to read. but i like the poem
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OH, I was never allowed to hide anything....my mother always found them and taped torn pieces back together again till all I could do was keep my secrets and fantasies inside faraway from everyone.
This is an excellent poem, of course.
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As I read the title, I was looking at the background, and I thought how well they workd together. So, I was very intrigued by the time you used the illsion to a sheet of crumpled paper. I like this a lot. It's a good way to get the point across that you wanted to present. Good job! (Oh, and I like the author's notes.)
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It could be taken to be anything which is great for the reader. It makes it very relateable. As always...you are amazing...Love ya, Trina
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'Three can keep a secret, if two are dead'... can't remember who said that, but i tend to live by it.
like this lots Meli,
-shirley-
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I enjoyed this. I liked the images you put in here of hiding a secret. Nice job!
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Thank you.
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don't ugh me.
i hid my secrets on crumpled pages in hat boxes stacked on top of hate boxes. the bottom always has the worst.
you are brilliant, have always been brilliant and will always be.
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I once hid my secrets on paper. They were found, one by one. No longer secrets. I have learned since then.
Thank you. I'm particularly fond of your last line there. LOL I needed that.
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all my secrets are learned too...
but one day i will burn the pages. lol
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