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Gravy
Contributed by
dafremen
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Friday, 8th August 2003 @ 05:45:00 AM in AEST
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Lifepoems
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Gravy
R. Dafremen
A chance to feel the breeze on my face, see the waves hit the shore. A chance to sneak with my friend into his dad's playboy collection and taste with my 12 year old eyes, the forbidden fruit of the tripanel foldout. To sit in the rain, listening to the pitapat of fat warm raindrops on the sidewalk around me. The smell of her hair and the glint in her eyes, if only for a fleeting moment, for one fleeting lifetime. The look of disappointment on my son's face, followed by profound joy having been tricked by his rascally ol' pa. The warmth of the sun on my face in the morning, of her arm around my waist at night. The feel of her skin under my hand and the cold sheets on my feet. The sounds of crickets chirping at night, a cool drink of night air. Crisp, clean, exhilarating as it melts in my mouth.
These and all of the many things that I cannot show my neighbors, can't buy with my fat paycheck, can't drive to work, can't experience in the theatres in Amazing Dolby THX Sound. These are the building blocks of gratitude, the source of this inexhaustible sense of wonder that has left me dumbstruck and humbled. These are the little comforts, the irreplaceable luxuries in which necessity finds its reason for being. These are the stepping stones to look for, these are the reasons for existing.
Everything else...is just gravy.
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dafremen
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2003-08-08 05:45:00]
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Re: Gravy
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by vincy on
Friday, 8th August 2003 @ 11:14:31 AM AEST
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A breathe of fresh air and a drop of water
given the good health, the rest is gravy.
No kidding, this poem makes profound statement.
The fact that most people drown in their own gravy
is besides the point, with a little luck and the right attitude, life is a treat as this poet points out.
Top notch rendering here maestro, thumbs up!. |
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Re: Gravy
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by Saira on
Saturday, 9th August 2003 @ 07:44:23 PM AEST
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Interesting and beautiful. Loved it!
Saira |
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Re: Gravy
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 3rd December 2003 @ 07:20:51 PM AEST
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| well i won't indulge in the unwarranted and overt hagiography of the previous commentator..i will say that this little etude of honor for the simple and plain things..the unadorned, the things that constitute the sinew and marrow of our lives..is faintly rustic and exudes a sincere and unaffected appreciation for those things that frame us..that fix us to the mantel of manhood..our wives, children..the overtly flatulent and arthritic dog..all of that..even the chaffing, peeling no longer white picket fence with the gate woefully askew..barely hanging on its hinges..yep give me the simple things and that is where i find my surety..not..bad..daf |
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