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Array ( [sid] => 5400 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Evening Shadows [time] => 2002-10-22 08:30:00 [hometext] => "Watching a loved one fight for his life." [bodytext] => I look over at his slackened jaw and thankfully
hear a gentle rhythm to his breathing, sweat
glistening on his brow from a journey he
alone must take, faraway, even though he
has never left his bed.

I sit in my own solitude in a partially darkened
room, trying to smile, so much time to
reminisce when our laughter and our passions
filled us both to saturation.

Back then never thinking when our winding
roads of abandonment would bring us to
this moment, stopping us in our tracks
catching us between the gnarly jaws of life
and death.

The nurse emerges, slicing through my morose,
as she interrupts his
voyage, apologizing and at the same
time becoming the villain in her
quest of saving lives.

He sleeps once more, grimacing, trying to
find the niche his bed has to offer, as I wish
I could own his pain for once, while I pray
his shoulders can continue to
bear the weight of getting
old.

OysterMoon 2002 (c)
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 21 [informant] => OysterMoon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Evening Shadows

Contributed by OysterMoon on Tuesday, 22nd October 2002 @ 08:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I look over at his slackened jaw and thankfully
hear a gentle rhythm to his breathing, sweat
glistening on his brow from a journey he
alone must take, faraway, even though he
has never left his bed.

I sit in my own solitude in a partially darkened
room, trying to smile, so much time to
reminisce when our laughter and our passions
filled us both to saturation.

Back then never thinking when our winding
roads of abandonment would bring us to
this moment, stopping us in our tracks
catching us between the gnarly jaws of life
and death.

The nurse emerges, slicing through my morose,
as she interrupts his
voyage, apologizing and at the same
time becoming the villain in her
quest of saving lives.

He sleeps once more, grimacing, trying to
find the niche his bed has to offer, as I wish
I could own his pain for once, while I pray
his shoulders can continue to
bear the weight of getting
old.

OysterMoon 2002 (c)




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Re: Evening Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Tuesday, 22nd October 2002 @ 08:50:32 AM AEST
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Hi OysterMoon... this made me cry... you definately have alot of talent... I will be reading more... thanks for the email by the way =:)

Always,
Daniela


Re: Evening Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by Emmie74 on Tuesday, 22nd October 2002 @ 11:03:09 AM AEST
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You're a great writer. Good choice of words. I can feel the emotion in it. I'll be reading more of your work.
~ Emmie


Re: Evening Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Tuesday, 22nd October 2002 @ 12:07:14 PM AEST
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Struggling with life is not easy for any one I like how you put this into words! Christina


Re: Evening Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by OysterMoon on Wednesday, 23rd October 2002 @ 12:53:20 AM AEST
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thanks emmie, I will do the same with you!
blessings,
oyster moon


Re: Evening Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by OysterMoon on Wednesday, 23rd October 2002 @ 12:54:15 AM AEST
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Christina:
How true and thanks for the compliment!
oyster moon




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