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Underneath it all...

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It was the way
you made me feel like grace.

In the sum of your
being I was
something.

When the sparks blew over
and the goodbyes were
spent,
I sat shattered
a glass broken.

Try as I might,
I can't forget
being cradled by your
whispered touch,
longing to feel
something
 to tell me
 that
I still matter.

Love  like fuzz
 in your belly button
is a constant reminder
of something
that you wore well.

Author notes

As soon as I saw your picture I remembered a picture by one of my favorite artists. You have to see it to understand how alike they are.

I want to add, you will get through this..

Picture Credit- Edward Hopper

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  • faderman1959
    March 10, 2008

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    Beautifully spoken! I could feel this as I read it. Almost as if read my mind here. It still echoes in my mind as I write this. Great write my friend!


  • My Nemesis
    February 22, 2008

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    I think everyone can relate to this poem. We all want to be made to think and feel that we matter. We all want to be important to someone and if we are lucky - we find someone that gives us that sense of worth. A beautiful poem.


    • Catressa gold member
      March 7, 2008
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      Thank you so much.. that is exactly how I feel.. it might sound lame.. but I try everyday to reach out to people around me.. It is the small things that I believe matter..

      but.. being made to feel wanted by the ONE..

      truly is grace..


  • SeptemberFaith
    February 22, 2008

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    "being cradled by your
    whispered touch"

    Cradled by your whispered touch... those are the words that reached out to me Cat. Those are feelings that so many of us can relate... somethings.. we arent allowed to forget... they live in us like bacteria, growing, until sometimes, the pain is all we feel, the memory playing in our heads like a saturday night special....

    This is beautiful, like you. Your words here speak volumes... in my heart and in my life Cat.

    xoxo, Criss

  • kirbysman Moderators member
    February 21, 2008
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    Well, to tell you what I think, I think this is very touching and nicely done. Are we the same people as writers as we are when we talk and live? Always an interesting question. Your gentleness is sometimes both amazing and beguiling. Hahaha!

    Good job and good luck in the contest, ma'am.

    Paul


  • arafura gold member
    February 21, 2008

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    "Love like fuzz
    in your belly button
    is a constant reminder
    of something
    that you wore well..."

    Beautiful... Good luck in the contest!


  • Night Hope gold member
    February 21, 2008
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    "Try as I might,
    I can't forget
    being cradled by your
    whispered touch"

    Sighhh...Beautiful & tender, much like the Poet that penned it. This is ever so poignant, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest. Just remember this: we were blessed. That never ends. You, m'Lady, will always matter. ALWAYS. You honor your friendship well. I am not surprised. Wanda

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