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[title] => Left for Surrender
[time] => 2006-12-15 22:03:48
[hometext] => My oldest son has left home. I wish he hadn't. Even so, I wish him well in all that he seeks and may his life be as he requires.
[bodytext] => Dark, dingy, dying depots grey-filled with vacant blues Little lost islands borrowing life in lonely dustball burgs Clutchings of tired handfuls of ratty fortunes in natty bags Too many worn nothing pockets having had everything Milling prolongs ceaseless anticipation to discover an end Laden with vouchers of exhuberence seeking anywhere From heartsagging, doubtnagging, hopeflagging mysteries Enveloped stampings give permission to resurrect dreams Quixotic in shiney pants, wrinkled dress, days of sweat, lines Leaving nowhere going nowhere paths and pasts to forget Friendfamily people hug tear-lined emptinesses of goodbye Estranged windowfaces wave amidst gasbelched fogs of start Hermetic happiness and decaying light flow on ebon rivers Ribbons of fantasy swallow those visions of gypsied carvan Bagpeople and the beautiful alike driven to unmet torment Those that were here now soundlessly, distantly disappear Left behind with faded stains and forlorn tugs on the heart Handwringing does not nor can not assuage the sick hollow Sadly wrought within the rows of too-soon memories ghosts Running away, maybe to, where are you now that you're not here [comments] => 3 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 52 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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