For my femme collection. . .hope you find something to like.
Pea Hooluvzya
Big, Big Poosa-Face
So little, my long-lost friend. So large, the thunderheads rushed in to send melon hail flying at you. No little fight! No little ability to sparkle! No little spunk; no little sense of timing. Comic artiste, that was you! Four foot ten-and-a-half on tiptoe, hundred-plus of energy and drive. Talk about a barrel o' fun. Your suit of armor, and you kept it shining. . .so long, so long. Helped you bounce back when your father allowed your mom to die of a burst appendix out of religious fervor. Bounce back from rejection after rejection by creeps did not deserve your time, let alone your adoration. Tallest and strongest of us will succumb if frozen out long enough. Say, from birth. Say, after being bombarded with weapons near- impossible to fight. Say your face is not pretty, your body less. Say you have parents who back away out of disappointment feels like disgust. Say you spend your adolescence in a time when standards are high -- and insanely restricted -- for "beauty," and females have to qualify. Say ugly in your sex is seldom tolerated. Add. unknowable factors. Almost inevitable that you would end up as I found you the summer I returned from college. Shock shook when I saw the working girl leaning outside our beloved Orpheum was you. Inches of black leather decades before The Mini. Grease troweled on the face used to mime what you called a "poosa-face" until everybody fell out. Edging over, not knowing what I was going to say, I saw you shut me out. Was it my expression? Some other failure of mine? Could you not tell that I cared? Or was caring the problem? Only cared about you. We were friends! Shared our secrets, laughed, raved, ranted, cried. Singed wires. You and A. saved me, you know. So sorry I don't want to know what hail has done to you since. Feel you would rather I make a poosa-face half as funny as you. If, like me, you are still hanging in, you're in your seventies. Be safe, be well, be laughing, be. . .you.
The tears of a clown...what a sad situation. People change and not always in ways we like as you watch what life does unkindly to another who shared such an important time in your life. Touching poem. Your use of imagery in top notch. Liz
How many times do we do this? Maybe not all to the same degree...
Your poem stirs my thoughts, on fast speed...thinking how this could be, a sad write, a funny pen, or even a inspirational one, to boot!
Now, That's poetry!
I must call my kids, Big, Big Poosa Faces from now on. . . :) I have one in particular! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sometimes when we dig back in our memory banks and remember those friends and sometimes relatives that were so important in our lifes but still somehow we let them drift away or lose contact...yet in our hearts, we never truly forget.
I am sitting here, dissolved in tears--from lost friendships, from silly memories...o, you've penned a strong one. (Not that you don't.) The visuals you paint! Makes me wish I'd known this gentle soul...powerful. P O W E R F U L.
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
Your poem stirs my thoughts, on fast speed...thinking how this could be, a sad write, a funny pen, or even a inspirational one, to boot!
Now, That's poetry!
I must call my kids, Big, Big Poosa Faces from now on. . . :) I have one in particular! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Amor
Sanja xo
Be safe,
Karen
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Fee
Regis
I am sitting here, dissolved in tears--from lost friendships, from silly memories...o, you've penned a strong one. (Not that you don't.) The visuals you paint! Makes me wish I'd known this gentle soul...powerful. P O W E R F U L.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Phyllis, I like your style.
Helga