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[title] => I Will Never Let Go
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[hometext] => If you enjoyed Titanic you'll love this....
[bodytext] => Struck by an Iceberg The oceans took my ice cold hands and clapped I love you Jack! Your portraits on the pier floated on your chest I left you with that. Shivering convulsions tapped my jaws chiseling the ice to fall apart. The ice sculptured me like Paris did in your work of art. Man over Board I can hear your voice echo begging me to promise that I’ll go on. My promise was answered as frosted brows lifted in the crispy dawn. Shipmates threw hands lifting my crystal soul as my lips quiver. Foggy steamed windows and hands smearing love slowly I remember. Navigation That winning poker ticket made Irish eye’s smile, Your trembling voice and warm heart made me go the extra mile. I fought against the rigid confines and expectations of Edwardian society. Philadelphia learned Rose Dawson as a survivor growing a new reality. Hand-held Flares I recall your hands stretching my arms to embrace the world, I felt no fear as I became free knowing I wasn’t that little girl. It’s as if no ship was underneath us at all, But the Atlantic gave a hiss in the water like a bad call. Unsinkable Your words, “Come Josephine in my flying machine…….” As I lay in the tub I feel like I’m drowning, it’s a bad dream. The octagon chandelier floats out the reception room into the hall. And a porcelain be-headed doll faces me against the outer wall. Batten down the Hatches I braced myself like the ship broken in two I wasn’t thinking. My life was plunging down like the bow and almost sinking. But I rose up and made my future teaching and enjoying life, I raised three children and made my promise to be a loving wife. Covered in Seaweed Now I grow old and see the Titanic under the bottom of the sea, I threw my necklace in whispering “I jump, you jump” remember me? You have a gift Jack you see people and now I know, I’m your greatest work of art and I will never let go… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 743 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Jacktripper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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