You can’t see
behind vibrant blue
there is a story to be read
in those eyes
windows to the soul
flecks of stars
but not like before …
***
Just a day
one of those
like any other
in a moment
metal and flesh become one
a bloody fusion
so much you can see
that you aren’t looking for
so much is gone
that you had not known
never seen in those eyes
***
what does it mean when …
life is ebbing
like water it flows
through invisible fingers
life poured on the pavement
gravel pitted knees
praying at Heaven’s door
watching, begging
darkness taking it’s claim
no life remains
no energy left to play
no last lover’s kiss
“she’s gone” they proclaim
Why? for she’d lived so few days
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Upon first reading you feel loss and pity, but then after reading that the piece is about you and your survival – it comes across as broken survivor piece of work. This is especially true when you refer to ‘windows of the soul’ and their ties to what happened in the accident. It’s a moving piece about someone who was lost, still moving forward, but forever hurt by this event. As a side note: I almost wish I didn’t know the additional information you shared, I always think it’s better to let the reader walk away with their own interpretation of the piece. But, that is just me, and what the hell do I know? RS
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Ok so here is the addendum here instead: Recently I had a friend challenge me to write pieces of my story in prose ( since the book won’t come out ’til). This is about me and as I am writing this yes I am still alive. If I could tell you everything that happened that day, you wouldn’t believe it – only a handful do – including one doctor who believes in miracles ( as I do!)
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whatever happened that day, i’m so thankful you survived and i think stories like this make us the people we are…being even more thankful for what we’ve got when almost everything seemed to be lost once…and there are stories to be read in so many eyes..
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This poem is another layer of you, Leslie. I found it sobering. I saw “She’d lived for so few days” as a warning to make the most of life. I am glad that you are with us. I am happy to have you as friend & writing partner. I look forward to meeting you irl someday.
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Indeed who would whip your writing into shape? – I could just be a ghost ya know
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This beautifully written and so moving 🙂
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Great words of survival. Quite a day.
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the cool things it opens a world of others who have survived to tell about it. Thanks A
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Really powerful writing, more so with the truth behind your words. Such a strong sense of fear in your words, transports to the moment. Very glad you survived and managed to draw strength from it now.
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I continue to see and hear…the you…in what you write my friend.
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Glad you made it through.
Often life threatening experiences
Give us the edge to engage in Life
More fully
You were supposed to stay
And offer your gifts.
Peace-Tiger
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It is amazing how after a terrible accident or illness that one survives, though a part of us does die, there is a rebirth and gratitude for each day ever after. I know for me after a car totalling accident years ago…(our neon was destroyed by an 18 wheeler)…my very tiny daughters and I miraculously survived and I changed so much after that…it was a strange gift, but in someways it probably saved my soul, if you know what I mean. I’m so glad you are here to share your story. Your writing always inspires me.
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WOw so resurrection exists! I am glad the miracle happened… you had to be here to share that wisdom of yours with us… A miracle it is to have met you and be able to read all you are able to write and especially this piece… unique!
hugs from my island to the moon 🙂
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I can’t help thinking there was a loss of life that day…but I’m so glad you survived to write of it so eloquently. It sounds like it was very harrowing…and, in hindsight, uplifting and life-altering.
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moonie, you are killing me with this, it is sooo sad. I want a do-over for her.
xo
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smiles. glad you walked away from that moon so we can enjoy your words and friendship…have a great one shot my friend…
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Probably because I worked as a hospice nurse for many years, but I’m drawn to themes of death and dying and you’ve turned a magnificent poem here, Leslie. Perfect images…one of the best I’ve read. I’m going back for another look.
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I can’t say it better than Claudia did above. This is an excellent poem, full of insight,and even comfort. Thanks for writing it.
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The edge between life and death is a hazy one, it seems.
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This piece is haunting, Moonie. Have a great night/day/ whatever it is in your corner of the world.
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Very intriguing! It has me fascinated because I believe in miracles. Glad you’re hear to tell the tale! Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/02/15/sunshine/
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OMG…that was so moving and scary at the same time…. i felt like i was looming in the background watching this tragedy take place…. so happy YOU are still here with us.
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I was taken down an incredible trail. Excellent piece.
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Powerful. I can only imagine what you had gone through. Miraculous, and purposeful, beautifully written. Leaves so much unanswered I already want to read the memoir. I too believe in miracles, blessings ~ Apryl
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Heartstopping ending. Fantastically detailed exopsition; the imagery tells of the harsh nature of the scene while the word choice cloaks the miracle in the context of the everyday world. Fascinating read; wonderful post for the emotion within. Thanks for giving out so much to think about! You have a wonderful grasp of how you utilize language. Amazing.
crb.
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Oh this one is so beautful..but then I guess I end up aying that for most of yours 🙂 but this one feels so special I wish could share it on my FB page..
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Very moving…wonderfully written poem 🙂
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Aw hell we have more in common than I thought. I have blue eyes too.
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We are ALL lucky that you survived.
Thanks for sharing this part of you…G
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glad to see you sharing about this 🙂 ’bout time sis xx
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and its because of dear friends like you that I have the courage – love you sista
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You’re such a pretty lady, moon. A person could get lost in those eyes. It’s nice to know there’s so much more behind them. A super One Shot!
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so kind of you Eric – truly
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Yes, I suppose there’s a certain kindness in honesty. 🙂
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An insightful piece moon.
Enjoyable to read.
Thanks for visiting!
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Wow! This has such an aching sense of loss.
I’m glad you’re still with us!
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I am so so so glad you survived, Leslie!
Metal and blue. A very evocative, haunting image.
Xxxooo
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so much resonated for me Leslie ~ stillborn son ~ no days ~ babies living hours and days ~ near fatal heart attack / heart failure miracle surviving still ~ at heavens door ~ and your own obvious brush ~ knocking at heavens door too ~ certainly does make you tick a little different ~ to be able to plunge depths maybe have to have been ~ to truly know and to come close to walking in anothers shoes ~ and yet we can never know why survive when odds against ~ or at least I wondered when everything pointed to not being ~ but we are and I am so glad Leslie you I survived ~ wonderfully crafted piece ~ gifted and shared ~ spoken with honesty and candour ~ heartfelt in the telling and in the read ~ Superb ~ Speaking of shoes 🙂 magicked a little pair of sparkly reds ~ ((hugs you )) Lib @libithina http://t.co/tXpkzwp
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Eyes are really a gateway to the soul..aren’t they? Stories hidden in them… stories that lips may never tell.. that expressions may never reveal.. (sigh)
This was a sad but lovely poem, Moonzie… I wonder what the girl in your poem had to say… maybe she said it all thru’ her eyes… I hope someone read it… I really hope…
A fabulous One shot, dearie…
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I think sometimes the most difficult of things in our lives, that have occurred directly impacting the person we are, can also be the hardest to write down, yet also the most beneficial. Sometimes it takes years and still lingers despite time passing. Getting through and beyond is so important. I can’t quite fathom your pain and what happened in your life but I can however feel and sense the beauty of your heart and strength in this Leslie. ~Windows to your soul, evident you are not “hollow” because through those eyes and these words it almost depicts others’ pain surrounding and a need to comfort, wish to take it away…despite your own within it…. ~ my view I guess…. incredibly written Leslie!
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Sometimes it really surprises me that people cannot read the stories behind the eyes. My own jagged path left raw edges. I was sometimes floored that people could not see those edges when they were so obviously apparent to me. Our pain can scream to us, but your words delicately give just the right voice here. There is reason behind everything dear Moonie.
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Loved all you did here, especially ‘no last lover’s kiss.’
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You are lovely, inside and out. Have I ever mentioned that?
Okay, enough — off to stalk another friend.
xoxo
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