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dysfunction
Contributed by
elle
on
Thursday, 12th June 2008 @ 12:59:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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the music, rare, drifting,
beautiful,
beyond the lawn.
it's over now. . .
the family that I lost
was really no group
at all
but seperate enities
coming together
on the grass;
with no picnic. . . no sunshine.
the warmth upon our cheeks,
mere tears,
salt-laced streaks
running then smudged.
eyes reddened
with wondering at our loss.
the gift of normalcy
withheld
& we never even knew.
it's all over now. . .
even the residue is gentle,
restless dispersion,
desperate to belong.
necessity of recognizing. . .
keeps me company
most always, now.
Copyright ©
elle
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2008-06-12 00:59:45]
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Re: dysfunction
(User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on
Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 10:24:08 PM AEST
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Wow, elle - this observance/reflection resonated deep and long to those portals of family in my psyche and what that speaks about me. What a find on a cold winter's night.
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