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This poem is old, more so even than I. At the time, I thought it was possible to find myself in someone else. Such is the nature of being lost. We will cling to anything, and think it a true North. None the less, this piece begged to be brought to life; woke me from a sound sleep. Hence, that is where is begins. Although my life has changed since then, the feelings remain much as they were. [429 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
To those who've seen my old description, I'm sure you'll be pleased to see a refreshing lack of arrogance. If you missed it, sucks to be you. I'm a free-lance writer and barrista from the Midwest. I'm still trying to get more of my poetry and fiction on here, so be patient. In the meantime, please post reviews; I love reading what you all think. Write me email too, I need new victims.. er... friends. As usual, welcome to my madness, and happy reading. [February 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (6) Bodies At Rest (Poetry) I lost this piece some months ago; searched all over, couldn't find it anywhere... It's funny how life works. Just about the same time I finally got over the girl who inspired it, I found it in the s... [54 words] [Relationships] Crimes Of Love - In Three Acts (Poetry) This piece descibes the little deaths we string together- and call a lifetime. [297 words] Faded Edges (Poetry) Read "Bodies at Rest" first. It helps to keep the time-line in order. [154 words] [Relationships] Jim's Lament (Poetry) A Cainite describes his existance... (Please do not correct my languages. No Latin was actually used against its will.) [104 words] [Fantasy] Unsolicited (Poetry) There are some journeys one never wishes to take. This is one of them. [161 words] Walking In Tides (Poetry) A sub-conscious night in the life... [156 words] [Nature]
Rachaela A J Magy
�he lifts his head, slowly, unsurely
�rubs his deep, brown eyes to find them wet again
�he leaves his bed of grass, or what he left of it as he tumbled through the night, stumbles to the mouth
�the moon in her fullness calls to him
�he cries back, and sniffs the cool night air, as it brushes against him
�rippling the fur down his back
�it brings with it a scent he remembers well
�the memories come cheap, but their source bears a cost more dear than the treasure of Midas
�he awakens once more, lupine no longer, eyes still wet, and the scent still with him
�he awakens, this angry young man, this Son of Adam
�and knows that he still sleeps alone
�he is trapped in a heart too large for one, and a life too small for two
�but he has tasted the pleasures of her green-eyed soul
�and knows no other way to live
�her scent is both bitter and sweet, it brings a stinging joy
�freedom
�pleasure and pain intertwined, emanate from the core of this woman-child
�who smiles sweetly, coyly at him, and knows him as he could never know himself
�sees within him the ancestral strength he buried so deep, so long ago
�she prays that he will soon rediscover it, and soothe his tormented soul
�she knows why he buried it, but cannot tell him, for he must learn this on his own
�he hid it long ago to appease the demands of the first "she"
�"she" who cleft her belly, and let spill forth the blood of her loins to grant him the gift of life
�he hid his strength from her long before he met himself on the shores of the great lake
�but now he has found his soulmate, this wide-eyed, child-like wonder
�whose heart burns with the need to help him, and the knowledge that she cannot interfere in what must happen
�slowly he puts shovel to earth, loosens the hard packed dirt, dense and brick-like from years of being trod upon
�slowly he puts shovel to earth, and lifts the first of many large, heavy clumps of soil
�in the distance he hears a wolfe howl
�he knows now that he must dig until he uncovers that which he once wished gone
�so long forgotten, he is no longer sure what he will find
�knows only that he must reclaim it
�the female joins her mate, adds her own song in perfect counter-harmony
�and she, my beautiful wide-eyed soul, sighs, smiles, cries, and waits
�
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I can feel the enotions in this poem.The man trying to discover who he is and where he belongs." -- Velva, Morris, IL, USA.
"Beautifull" -- iseldar kay.
"Can't explain everything in two lines. Combination of phantastic situation and real emotion make for an interesting read. " -- EADVD.
"#1 Title: Acceptable. #2 Spelling and Grammatical errors: �soul mate� isn�t recognized as a compound word therefore I�d suggest separating the two. I�m not sure why you placed an unnecessary �e� on the end of �wolf,� so I�ll just assume your English. #3 Opinion: Bright, in that it shines at you in a blinding manner, but the subject is understood. #4 Suggestions: None. " -- JA St.George.
"Wonderfully romantic if somewhat one-sided ;-) Only spelling error is "who's" where it should say "whose" Have I read this before?" -- Rachel, MI.
"Have you read it before? I should hope so Rach, seeing as you're in it. You WOULD think it one-sided. (c; S'cool, I'll still love you." -- AJ Magy.
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