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Pushed Aside (Free verse) by x311 My memory, a picture show
Never ending and always sending
Images that I can't touch
They're there--vivid as the light to my eyes
People and places that will always be
Etched in my heart but no longer with me
A postcard from my past
How I wish I was there
But it is too far to travel
Too far? Too impossible...
As feelings are stirred up within me
What I see I realize can no longer be
Time and circumstance are my foes
They've taken so much, yet they leave with me
Reminders of their stolen spoils
With closed eyes I wish
That I could steal back what's been taken
But my hopes have been forsaken
The joy of today is so happily swept away
To be consumed by the pages of the past
I have to forget everything from yesterday
Because memories have too high a price to pay
Everything ends up in the past
No matter what, nothing can last...
--Rick Gebhardt
3/11/2003
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Posted: March 14, 2003 5:20 AM PST; Last modified: March 14, 2003 5:21 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.8509965 Overall Rank: 10522 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.212.201
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14-Mar-03/9:24 PM
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Jesus, how do you people go about writing about images and then never revealing even one? A picture show? What picture show? Stolen spiols? what stolen spoils? Where!? People & places? What people? What places? A postcard from where????????!!!!!!! what the fuck all are you talking about?
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x311 @ 64.83.223.38
> god'swife
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15-Mar-03/7:43 AM
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I think you are missing a part of poetry, and that is the fact that each person should take their own interpretation of it. If every image in a poem or novel were to be laid out and described in detail at every portion of the book/poem, there would never be any room for interpreting it in different ways. Stolen spoils--could be my youth, could be the life of your mother--it is all in your eyes. A postcard from my sixth grade science class or maybe from your church camp--it's open to the reader's mind. Spelling everything out would take away from flexibility and relatability of the poem. Do you understand now?
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