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It is the way it is
by Axilea MU

Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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There is a forgotten graveyard in your mind
and that’s where I deposited bits
of knotted knowledge;
just there, on the edge,
disguised as impalpable bits
of void -

Just there, when you are gone,
I can see myself,
or rather an old picture of me
that I boldly saved from the fire;
I look like Marlene Dietrich’s portrait
as a Blue Boy -

        When you come back, eventually
        you ask me about the fire
(I laugh, wondering if you really care;
you must be busy walking between graves,
picking stones and bones,
playing with rusting chains,
putting dirt on hand carved letters,
like a boy dragged there on a Sunday afternoon.)

and I tell you how it all began -

A lame game:
trying to light a fire with a magnifying glass,
turned into an ocean of blazing waves -

A blame game,
and when you ask why, I can only tell you
that it is the way it is -









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Reviewed by Frank Stein (Reader) 8/8/2010
I really enjoyed this !!
Reviewed by jude forese 7/18/2010
an exceptional rendering of experience and creative compiling ...
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 7/17/2010
Poignant portrayal of loss... the way it is.

Reviewed by Steven Ingram 7/17/2010
I like this. "There is a forgotten graveyard in your mind" that's a great line. Write on.
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 7/17/2010
WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by John Flanagan 7/15/2010
Reality both external and internal, Axilea, and the two, rightly, as one, in the end inseparable...and the complexity and indeed regrets of relationships and the search, always the search for truth.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen 7/15/2010
Wonderful ~ This poem is sleek and casts quite an amazing set of images ~

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen 7/15/2010
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 7/15/2010
This is exquisite in the telling and conjuring so much intensity within its deft narrative lines. We are left wondering and wanting so much more than this intriguing cameo - yet, too, in itself it is enough, in that it portrays its characters remarkably in the environment you create.

you must be busy walking between graves,
picking stones and bones,
playing with rusting chains,
putting dirt on hand carved letters,
like a boy dragged there on a Sunday afternoon

... this description took my breath away as being so immediate and reminded me muchly of Alice Munro's gift of story-telling. Captivating, thank you! xx
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 7/15/2010
Beautiful work!
Reviewed by Felix Perry 7/15/2010
Sometimes that is all we can do...accept and get on with the business of living. It is what it is...has become a catch phrase of acceptance.
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 7/15/2010
Words so true, Axilea...sometimes it is exactly that...the way it is. Beautiful writing, as always.
Reviewed by Charlie 7/14/2010
Very picturesque. Lots of truths herein. I love the rhyming, equivalent phrases "lame game" and "blame game", and am caught wandering in the middle of your penultimate stanza, realizing how dangerous magnifying glasses are in relationships. --Charlie

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 7/14/2010
So deeply moving, Axilea, and yes it is what it is...sometimes it just has to be that way..

Much peace, love and light,

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