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Array ( [sid] => 761 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Splintered Dreams [time] => 2002-07-19 18:50:27 [hometext] => [bodytext] => You notched our
names into the maple tree,
and fit your body
close with mine as we stood
in the driving rain
that spring day.

Softly, you
smoothed my hair and said, "This spot
is where we'll build our
home with hammered oak and
bright windows made of
painted glass."

Your pencil
still remains on splintered wood.
As I stand in snow
covered leaves, on our spot,
I call your name and
curse the sky.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ThornMEngla [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
Splintered Dreams

Contributed by ThornMEngla on Friday, 19th July 2002 @ 06:50:27 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



You notched our
names into the maple tree,
and fit your body
close with mine as we stood
in the driving rain
that spring day.

Softly, you
smoothed my hair and said, "This spot
is where we'll build our
home with hammered oak and
bright windows made of
painted glass."

Your pencil
still remains on splintered wood.
As I stand in snow
covered leaves, on our spot,
I call your name and
curse the sky.




Copyright © ThornMEngla ... [ 2002-07-19 18:50:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Splintered Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Sunday, 21st July 2002 @ 03:45:30 AM AEST
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This is beautiful and so very sad...it moved me..
Chrissie


Re: Splintered Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 8th May 2003 @ 11:06:02 AM AEST
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wow, i felt every word you wrote... love this poem, hugs nessa




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