Haunted,
By shadows that use to be
As real as me-
Ha!
Like I was ever there!
So much humor here,
You don’t get the joke,
But I feel it so deep,
And worry not my friend,
It no longer makes me weep.
Rather I smile sadly,
At foolish youth,
In all its pretensions at life,
The only thing real to me,
Is the knife I see,
Sharp-edged and keen bladed,
How deeply it cuts,
At things it cannot see,
How deeply it cuts,
Me-
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Reviews of "Haunted"
Reviewed by Steve Joos
Reviewed on July 8, 2003
Very powerful write.
Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on July 8, 2003
Great !
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on July 7, 2003
Excellence and depth of emotion are always so evident in your work, Retta.
Oh, yes, Reindeer, that blade, that sparkling bright razor's edge that dances tantalizingly just on the outside of despair and loathing... it sings in a high pure lilting voice, all poisonous purity, like the Sirens of Ulysses' epic saga. I know whereof you speak. BRILLIANT, hauntingly passionate writing!
Okay Retta! Stop being so good and so undefensive, it's time to become a witch - just as I have done for myself in the follwoing poem......EEEEEEE-HAA-HAA-HAA....
May you fly merrily in the sky....
~~~~~~
My Poem When I Turned Myself Into A Happy Witch:
Her body and mind
recently covered with bulls-eyes,
now filled with marked crosses
inflicted by darts of lies,
still bleeds.
Blood flows onto the pavement
where she lays half-dead,
where a black cat walks by,
sticks out its tongue,
licks the blood and smiles.
For a moment,
she sees something spectacular
as the cat
transforms into a black figure
It flies away merrily on a broom.
This one cuts to the bone!!
The only thing real to me,
Is the knife I see,
Sharp-edged and keen bladed,
How deeply it cuts,
At things it cannot see,
How deeply it cuts,
Me-
Reindeer,
Very sad and moving..hauntingly written.
~Chrissie
Reviewed by Linda Hill
Reviewed on July 6, 2003
((( Retta )))
I hope and pray
the horrors and
demons of your
life will release
their hold. I
suffer from depression
so I know these demons
very well. You are a
dear person. Don't let
your hauntings take away
your joy of life.
Our youth does have a way of cutting to the bone.. And ironically it is our own aged wisdom that makes us the fool. This is something I RELATE TO.. AWESOME WRITE!!
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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~Nikki~
What a touching write.
Beautiful...
Trixie :)
The black cat represents my own spirit. Please read my original response to you with my poem.
EEEEE-HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Leland
May you fly merrily in the sky....
~~~~~~
My Poem When I Turned Myself Into A Happy Witch:
Her body and mind
recently covered with bulls-eyes,
now filled with marked crosses
inflicted by darts of lies,
still bleeds.
Blood flows onto the pavement
where she lays half-dead,
where a black cat walks by,
sticks out its tongue,
licks the blood and smiles.
For a moment,
she sees something spectacular
as the cat
transforms into a black figure
It flies away merrily on a broom.
Copyright © SandieAngel :o)
June 28, 2001
Jack
The only thing real to me,
Is the knife I see,
Sharp-edged and keen bladed,
How deeply it cuts,
At things it cannot see,
How deeply it cuts,
Me-
Stong emotional write Retta!!
Love
Tinka
Very sad and moving..hauntingly written.
~Chrissie
I hope and pray
the horrors and
demons of your
life will release
their hold. I
suffer from depression
so I know these demons
very well. You are a
dear person. Don't let
your hauntings take away
your joy of life.
~~Linda~~