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] Date Posted: 10:10:51 01/30/08 Wed Untitled, Unfinished Again Wandering, worrying, wavering. Again Stooping, staring at cracked paving stones, chancing hurried glances struggling through unyielding hordes. Again In my world of hobnail boots and lethal stilettos, they tramping over those paving stones And now, I begin again, Over and over and over and over again. Here you come, approaching without hurry, me wanting you to hurry, to hide within your blinding folds to conjure me the child. Come, come, coddle me, coddle me like that silly little child. Solace is your transient touch set to echo softly as a whisp, a soothing caress to the days duress as effortlessly you engulf me. And now, again, I am free. Free from static faces leading galvanized feet deeper into realities despondency. Free from static faces dry and grey, afraid to be dropped and cracked, afraid even, to be afraid. I descry I, the child. So naïve is innocence, so naïve of love. So here with the hope of a child in mind I suffer livings graces, gazing into faces, but only unbroken paving stones I see. Unbroken paving stones slowly, painfully neutering the hope. The hope of a crack. The hope of a smile. A smile of recognition, recognition… (C) Max Hardy 1985 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Christine [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:08:11 01/30/08 Wed (((~Max~))) Whoa...I had to read this three times to let it sink down, letting me walk the walk and witness the search....I like! I like very much! ~Hugs~ [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Sasha [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:21:32 01/30/08 Wed ~ this one feels like one of those mornings in the city, when you see people swarming across the roads when the pedestrian light turns green...they're all on their way to work, and I've often thought of what they are all thinking of as they walk along, towards other people, towards their job, starting their day...and this poem feels like a capture of one man's thoughts, amongst the swarm...well done, Max... *hugs* Sash xx  . [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Wilopent [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:00:48 01/30/08 Wed Oh, I can feel your wish to find a child's comfort amidst the craziness of life sometimes. You put it so well, Max. Wonderful! xoxo Wilopent [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: andy [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:12:27 01/30/08 Wed Max, I am really impressed with your poetry. It has a certain essence to it that lives beyond the read. Much here for the taking. thanks, andy [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Arunansu [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 00:09:18 01/31/08 Thu " Free from static faces dry and grey, afraid to be dropped and cracked, afraid even, to be afraid." -this is SUPERB, Max. I think of this as a soliloqy of the road, that we tread everyday. If I have got this right, yeah we see the stones, do not have the time or wish to look for cracks, or a smile. Cheers, Max. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: darkerside of light [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 02:02:21 01/31/08 Thu Hi Max I see a man a well built 6ft shaven head but an unshaven face his eyes are red with tears he wears an old trench coat and he is an a big city walking against the tide of people but he is taking just one line with out moving out of the way of others so people are bouncing of his shoulders and torso and he is talking to him self and down his face runs tears Graphic write DSL [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Bobby [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:53:26 01/31/08 Thu Wonderful read Max, loved the journey! Smiles! Bobby [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Janel [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:37:04 01/31/08 Thu This is truly lovely Max, very softly spoken. love it muchly. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: AnneMarie [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:54:22 02/01/08 Fri So loving this...felt as if I were walking in the shoes, wondering as well. Greatness and Kudos. Hugs, AnneMarie [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Jess [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:59:16 02/01/08 Fri Max, this is delicate and heart-rending. Another beautiful work of yours that I love. Your talent is a tonic. Jess  [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Mick [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 16:19:08 02/01/08 Fri I've always enjoyed your work Max. This is definitely a memorable piece for me. I have visited this one several times. Again, very nice. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |