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Saturday Afternoon

Contributed by Benny14 on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 12:20:47 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



It aint like I was framed for murder
She said, settling herself into the porch chair.
it let out a forgiving creak.
Shown desert-red by the late afternoon sun of late summer,
and she was obliged to shield her
Eyes only slightly by the light.
It wasn’t painful, it was a reminder
that life aint gonna just hand you a sunrise
and expect none of your effort to enjoy it.
There were few clouds to speak of in the sky,
The most well-formed of which were from airplanes anyhow,
Man-made clouds.
A vague haze lounged, intensifying the red surroundings
In a soft and scarcely noticeable fashion,
It was lazy, lazy, it was lazy, and it had a calming notion
most closely resembling the effect of a quiet fire, dissipated beyond anywhere
she cared to look. In reality, it was a dull combination of atmosphere and dust,
and she imagined the individual rays of light bouncing off the particles and directing
all at her, feeling as though she too, should she allow it (of course), dissipate into the Everywhere.
She lingered momentarily on the curiosity of her comfort in this thought.
It was romance. It was déjà vu.
She knew that somewhere a certain balance of ignorance and understanding
of this image would scare her, and she was not sure which quality she owned most.
It didn’t matter anyways,
she was more thankful for the wind on her skin than life in her veins.
She breathed out, with almost visible relaxation
I aint dead yet and I aint gonna die
She said, inhaled and then closed her eyes.




Copyright © Benny14 ... [ 2007-03-04 12:20:47]
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Re: Saturday Afternoon (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 05:25:50 PM AEST
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A wonderful descriptive and pensive view of moments transpired. Thank you


Re: Saturday Afternoon (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Thursday, 8th March 2007 @ 11:50:36 PM AEST
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I just want to breathe this in, again and again. What you have here is a creation of calm...you make sitting on the porch an art and the sky a palette of a palace...one made for a princess...every element biding one to give up this earthly presence and just float into being...




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