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[atlgarn]

The Pillow

Walking in the store tonight I happened upon
a Body Pillow.
How interesting I thought. A pillow in exchange for the body
I no longer hold next to me.
A pillow to replace you. Odd.
The Pillow.
But there were no arms nor legs to wrap around me.
Though I could wrap myself around it.
The Pillow.
There was no shoulder for my head. Though I could hold my head there.
The Pillow.
There was no face to trace the outline of nose, eyes, lips.
But I could place my face to it.
The Pillow.
No hand to hold. But I could hold it.
The Pillow.
No manhood to touch, feel, smell or taste. But I could touch, feel, smell The Pillow.
But no taste. No taste to The Pillow.
There was no heart or soul to divine from The Pillow. Just as there
has been no heart or soul from you.
Now, The Pillow

lucidmoments
31 January 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Sons of Mothers

Sons who cling when young
Pull away as they grow
Only to come closer
When Mother no longer is whole

Taking time to comfort
Being near, keeping distant enough
To allow pain and grief
To diminish on their own

Becoming almost Father-like
When Mom decides to venture out
Forging on with the life she's been given
Worrying like she's the teenager they once were
Watching as she prospers and
Finding bits of happiness here and there
Smiling because she is
Smiling once again

lucidmoments
20 June 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Night Whispers

Softly whispered sounds
in the night
Revealing thoughts of the moment
Not to be remembered except
in dreams that last too
short a time
and never to
be echoed in the morning


lucidmoments
6 April 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

If I Had You

If I had you I'd sail the seas
with you for all eternity.
Weather the storms with all we have
and comfort each other like the salve
that heals the wounds on the skin
If only you will let me in.


If I had you we could to sit and read
for some days there'd be no other need.
Silently passing the time of day
until together we could hit the hay
then noiseley pass the night away.

If I had you we could feed each other
from our souls if I had my druther.
I would take you in my arms this day
and ask that you would always stay
and never leave to pass the time alone.
But if you do you'd always phone.

If I had you I'd feel complete
and never feel the urge to compete
for others' attention that we all seek.
I could shout out loud and n'er be meek
If I had you, it's of you I speak.

lucidmoments
1/10/2007 07:59
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

He.....

He became the sunshine
I sought each day and
the laughter I long for
during the boring moments
of another normal day.
But mostly he was the
shoulder I lay my head to
for security when no one else
got me.

lucidmoments
7 June 2007
atlgarn

[PrinceMyshkin]

I don't think I'd seen 4 or 5 before. Not crazy about some of the rhymes in 4, but 5 is splendid!

Welcome to the site!!!

[atlgarn]

Thank you Prince Myskin. I appreciate your reading and responding.

Dandelion Dreams

Sometimes we wish
and dream
and hope
to make our lives compact
but not too much.
Like dandelion heads
light, airy, close together
but seperate too.

Instead, as we get our lives
compact and secure
a gust of wind shakes
our world
and we realize
the dreams and wishes
we built upon
wasn't rooted in the strength
needed to keep the pieces together.

lucidmoments
16 June 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Elusive Sleep

Listening to the quiet
of the night
is deafening in it's clamor
of nothingness.
The slowing of breath
as night wanes
and becomes the brightness
of another humdrum day.
Lacking senses to keep me stirred
in the way that allows sleep
to overcome anything
I had endured
to this instant.
Longing for the
urgency and need for
elusive sleep.

lucidmoments
30 August 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

heart dance

a view of the heart
merely a peek
barely visible, but
enough to give the viewer
a feel of the movement
of the dance about to begin

lucidmoments
7 April 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Loving Fields

Sunshine on pasture grass
always reminds me
of the love we made
during that early summer day

The air filled with tiny insects
and the smell of field daisies
overtook my senses

And you
tender, gentle made me
realize how
gratefully I was taken

lucidmoments
10 June 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Love Lost

Never found the time
or inclination
to want for things not in reach
Much like the love
I felt
for you
just today

Strange how that changes in
a minute
an hour
a day
Love lost that
never started
to begin with


lucidmoments
22 June 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Lost Feelings

The silence I hear
surrounding my heart
remains unheard
by yours.
No palpable sensation
to be felt
No warmth of the life
waiting within
to flow freely
toward you.
Your eyes blinded
to me
Your touch percipient
to no one
And now indiscernible
to me.

lucidmoments
5 September 2007
atlgarn

[Granny5]

Wow. I just found this thread. These are wonderful, atlgarn.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Lost Feelings

The silence I hear
surrounding my heart
remains unheard
by yours.
No palpable sensation
to be felt
No warmth of the life
waiting within
to flow freely
toward you.
Your eyes blinded
to me
Your touch percipient
to no one
And now indiscernible
to me.

lucidmoments
5 September 2007
atlgarn

Wow! There's no heat like COLD heat. One can feel the iron control that is exerted here to keep you from spitting, and how even the heat goes out of the cold at the end where those last four lines are so scathing!

[atlgarn]

Thank you for reading and sharing with me Granny 5 and Prince Myshkin. I am honored that you took the time. My appreciation.

atlgarn

[atlgarn]

the parting

once again we part ways
in body and spirit
the pain that is carried
diminishes with time only
to be remembered when
once again you show
yourself to me


lucidmoments
31 January 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

Writing Prose

Just dreaming

Walking alone, as usual, to see where this day will take me. Where will I end up today? I pass many with stone faces and eyes straight ahead, blinders unseen but still in use. How will I have them avert their gaze this way? What shall I do to cut through that icey stare? The look that so reminds me of you when you turn sallow with your affections. Are there more in the world of this nature? This is what I can't fathom..why must we close our minds, hearts and lives to each other? Where is the book on each of us to be opened and shared? Can we not check it out so that we can read and become to know one another better? Have our "books" become so precious to only ourselves that nothing inside can be shared and learned? Did yours get thrown into that bonfire of rage set upon us by those wanting to control? No, I think not. I think you have closed that book. At least to me.

lucidmoment
30 January 2007
atlgarn

[atlgarn]

words whispered

whispered words
from far away
play against my ear
bringing joy from
wells of pain
realizing desire
not fear

words travelled distances
unknown
effecting inclination
toward that
relished, but forbidden
longing thought passed
once again commencing


lucidmoments
29 March 2007
atlgarn

[PrinceMyshkin]

the parting

once again we part ways
in body and spirit
the pain that is carried
diminishes with time only
to be remembered when
once again you show
yourself to me


lucidmoments
31 January 2007
atlgarn

As fine as this is (and I think it's VERY FINE) shouldn't "when" be "if"?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Writing Prose

Just dreaming

Walking alone, as usual, to see where this day will take me. Where will I end up today? I pass many with stone faces and eyes straight ahead, blinders unseen but still in use. How will I have them avert their gaze this way? What shall I do to cut through that icey stare? The look that so reminds me of you when you turn sallow with your affections. Are there more in the world of this nature? This is what I can't fathom..why must we close our minds, hearts and lives to each other? Where is the book on each of us to be opened and shared? Can we not check it out so that we can read and become to know one another better? Have our "books" become so precious to only ourselves that nothing inside can be shared and learned? Did yours get thrown into that bonfire of rage set upon us by those wanting to control? No, I think not. I think you have closed that book. At least to me.

lucidmoment
30 January 2007
atlgarn

How beautiful and strong! Couple of words should be reconsidered, though: "avert" should be divert; and "become" should just be come...

[Granny5]

Prince, a pessimis would say "if". An optimis would say "when".

[PrinceMyshkin]

words whispered

whispered words
from far away
play against my ear
bringing joy from
wells of pain
realizing desire
not fear

words travelled distances
unknown
effecting inclination
toward that
relished, but forbidden
longing thought passed
once again commencing


lucidmoments
29 March 2007
atlgarn

There's a kind of ragged-breath quality to this which, whether calculated or not, seems to me to serve the content well.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Prince, a pessimis would say "if". An optimis would say "when".

Since you seem to be running short of the letter "t," I thought I'd lend you some of mine: ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

[Granny5]

Since you seem to be running short of the letter "t," I thought I'd lend you some of mine: ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

I only wish I was as funny as you thing you are!:lol: :lol: :lol:

[ampoule]

I only wish I was as funny as you thing you are!:lol: :lol: :lol:

:lol: :lol: Oh geez, he IS pretty funny Granny. I've played into his hands once or twice. That's all I'll admit. ;)

[atlgarn]

I thing he things he's funny oooooh. Oops I have no "t" to spare either. Maybe. Or Maybe no. I'll ink abou i.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I thing he things he's funny oooooh. Oops I have no "t" to spare either. Maybe. Or Maybe no. I'll ink abou i.

I KNOW I'm funny and I think you are too - peculiar, that is!

[atlgarn]

First Time Cinderella

and smile
as you drive away
taking away nothing
I received from you
on this day except
the memory of the moment
when you made me feel
like Cinderella
for the first time, ever

lucidmoments
28 December 2007

Ignorance of Aging

graceful lines shadowed by the moon
move to the rhythm of the breeze
carrying blurs of forgotten memories
making the haze of our youth more palatable

how once we cherised the sharp contrast of black and white
we now prefer the vagueness of those times
perfect in our mind, more clear than they were at occurence
safely sheltered in our soul, never to be disturbed by truth

discussed in the round with friends anew
dramatized, or made more humorous than true
it's our own memories; ours for the taking
ours for the sharing

remembered in the way we wish
not the way it was
our perfect youth
re-lived in our waning days

v
lucidmoments
6 January 2008

When Creativity Rears it's Ugly Head

Creativity, born out of pain or hurt
Hibernates otherwise
Making me ponder the size of my right brain.
Or even if it exists at all.
Wishing for marriage between right and left
So they can happily coexist in the
Tropics of my mind
Languishing in the sun with
A smattering of shade in which to rest

V
lucidmoments

6 January 2008

Once Virtuous

She was once a virtuous woman
Seeking shelter from the onslaught of male attention
Saving herself for just the right man.
She found him in an obscure chemist shop
Surrounded by the tools of his trade
Saved from insanity by the work he did,
Showered in light when she walked in
Shouldering a bag full of her past.
She placed an order only he could fill.
Still, he couldn't fathom why
She came into his shop this day,
Silently hoping she would not leave.
"Stay" he prayed in childlike whispers.
Shifting her eyes from his gaze,
She thought "splendid".
Smiling at him so he knew
She was open to the possibility.
So he advanced and she relented.
Shuffling his way across the floor,
Standing in front of her,
Speaking directly he asked,
"Shall we dance?"
Succumbing to his request
She moved to his open arms.
Suggestive movements followed
Sending him into a
State of unrelenting and wanton need.
She was exactly what he desired.
She relented yet again,
Saved no more by the virtues
She held on to for
So long.

V
lucidmoments
7 January 2008

[PrinceMyshkin]

The Pillow

Walking in the store tonight I happened upon
a Body Pillow.
How interesting I thought. A pillow in exchange for the body
I no longer hold next to me.
A pillow to replace you. Odd.
The Pillow.
But there were no arms nor legs to wrap around me.
Though I could wrap myself around it.
The Pillow.
There was no shoulder for my head. Though I could hold my head there.
The Pillow.
There was no face to trace the outline of nose, eyes, lips.
But I could place my face to it.
The Pillow.
No hand to hold. But I could hold it.
The Pillow.
No manhood to touch, feel, smell or taste. But I could touch, feel, smell The Pillow.
But no taste. No taste to The Pillow.
There was no heart or soul to divine from The Pillow. Just as there
has been no heart or soul from you.
Now, The Pillow

lucidmoments
31 January 2007
atlgarn


Did I overlook commenting on this before, other than when I saw it elsewhere? I love it as much as wehen I first saw it, my dear friend!

Uncle Jer

[atlgarn]

Thank you PM. I had the urge to post a few more recent ones. I hope you enjoy them as well, but I am very happy you really like The Pillow. It is one of my favorites too.

V