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Monday 16 June 2014

TURNABOUT

Another Week - another subject, set for us by Tess Kincaid of of  Magpie Tales


Now what have we here? 
. . . .  and what on earth can I make of this one?   MAG 224 )

Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte 


TURNABOUT

Why? . . . . . tell me why!

You are like an estranged brother

A person, now lost to me,
yet someone I know so well.
A person gone from my life,
as if belonging to another dimension.

This is not the man who marched with me;
 spitting life in the eye, and with that magical spring in his step,
matching my every stride,
as we tossed away all life's problems, 
without a single care in this entire world.

Neither is he the man I knew of high self esteem;
able to hold his head high and brimming with love and kindness.
He, as I, had a twinkle in his eye and a song in his voice,
and our laughter punctuated each and every delightful day,
as if our hearts and soul were as one.
  
We were inseparable
We lived such a happy life as one.
Our very existence was perfection
and we dwelt in total harmony with one another.

Until that dreadful thing happened,
. . . that despicable thing
which came between us like a veil of steel over our eyes.
It was then I felt you turn away from me,
and you told me you did not want to know me.

. . . .  and my heart was pierced and died with utter sorrow.

Life and circumstances were the cause of this; not me.
Life does that, driving its wedges with its many complications,
and often lacerating our hearts.

Is not blood much thicker than water?
Is not life far too short for such altercation?
Are not sweet memories more powerful than any heated argument?

Today you are like antimatter
which cannot mix with me, or even face me
without the risk of total annihilation.

. . .  that is unless my soul hears a gentle knock from you. 
A small gentle voice wanting reconciliation
 would be sufficient to open the door of my heart.
It would not require those impossible words, "I'm sorry!"
That price I know would be far too high to pay.

Yet you know my heart is always open to you  . . .  always.

My earnest prayer is that one day I will again see your smiling face,
and you will stand before me holding those outstretched hands to beckon me in friendship.

Even now you are someone whom I love,
A kindred spirit I have known always and thought I would for
ever.

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52 comments:

  1. Eddie, this is so touching, such deep longing for just another chance....

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    1. Thanks . . . . glad you liked it.
      Everyone deserves another chance.

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  2. ah it is so hard when those that should be so close are driven away and something becomes wedged in that space between you...and it can feel so personal when it happens like that as well..

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  3. No risk of total annihilation is good
    Bad way to go at ones hood
    A rift can come out of the blue
    To those who aren't stuck like glue
    Even those who are
    By they can look past it by far
    Sadly some not the case
    So comes the in between space

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    1. It is much easier for a rift to come than to heal it. Thanks Pat

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  4. Today you are like antimatter
    which cannot mix with me, or even face me
    without the risk of total annihilation.

    That's a brilliant set of words to ponder, EB. You really felt all the unspoken thoughts this image contains. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Pen - I am very encouraged to read such a response from an experienced poet ~ hugs, Eddie

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  5. A wonderful response to Tess' challenge ... bravo!

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    1. Thanks Helen - I am most encouraged
      I see you are at Toads. Jinksy pointed you out . . . . I might dive into your pond soon and try to make a big splash! . . . . . LOL

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  6. Those matters driving wedges between friends.. sometimes brought back into our life again.. we just have to wait... and sometimes it will not happen... I hope for that to happen...

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  7. This poem should be sent to the estranged person, life is too short for separation.

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    1. Perhaps may be right . . . or it could be just imagination . . . . or it could be an internal conflict someone is wrestling with. Thanks for the visit

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  8. Such sadness. Sometimes silly things happen and we don't change it.

    I hope it ends well.

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  9. Aw...so sad! I hope all is well....

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    1. I know Gloria - very sad but it may not be quite what it seems. It just could be him struggling with himself internally seeking a time when he felt happy with himself . . . . or it really could be a rift with his brother . . . . or it might be pure imagination. Who knows?

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  11. A sad poem that pierces the heart..this could be many things but, I hope it all turns out well in the end.

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    1. Hi Truedessa - thanks for the kind comment and good wishes - nice to meet at Magpie Tales, see you next week ~ Eddie

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  12. Eddie...I am speechless...beautiful sentiments and words...
    Kudos to you my friend!
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Thank you Linda - you see I had to do something like this to make you speechless LOL
      I just wondered if I could do it!!!
      So now you see yet other side to Eddie. What an I now a dodecagon (12 sided)?? . . . . . ROFL

      Seriously thanks for coming . . . . . . don't forget baby Peter piccies on previous post if you come again :)

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  13. These wise words speak volumes for me, and for so many others I'm sure!


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= <3

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  14. Maybe a gentle knock will be heard... a start...

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  15. Hello Eddie,
    Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my post. I appreciate the kind words!
    Your entry is gorgeous. Very sad, emotional, and yet there is a tinge of hope that there will be knock heard soon.
    Thank you for sharing!

    Nice to meet you,
    Jen

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    1. Hi Jen,
      Great that you stopped by and I am so please you liked my effort.
      I'll try to do something funny next time . . . . it is easier for me to do that! :)

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  16. Beautifully expressed sentiments.

    Love the picture of baby Peter.
    Maggie x

    Nuts in May

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    1. Thanks Maggie and glad you liked it.
      I don't know whether I mentioned I have joined a poetry group called Magpie Tales.

      Yes baby Peter is coming on well.

      Thanks big sister . . . . . . . love you . . . . . . . Eddie xx

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  17. Eddie, your big heart shines through! xx

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    1. Oh how nice , , , , what a lovely thing to say! . . . . and two kisses!!
      I love you and I'm coming over to read your work too :)

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  18. Great poem and kudos to you, Eddie, but 12 of you?!!! lol That would be a bit much, even for me to handle!

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    1. Ah Marguerite - gosh you are early ~ I thought you were a night owl !!!!!!.
      Lovely to see you, whatever the time might be - you continue to surprise me, cher. . . . . and thank you for your kind words.

      But 12 of me!! . . . . Me thinks the lady doth protest a little too much!! . . . . was it a typo I wonder? Can you really manage 11 of me???????? . . .. . . . or more likely you might mean you can't even manage 2 of me!!!! lol

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  19. This is truly lovely. Reconciliation is not easy sometimes, but as you've said, if the soul hears a gentle knock, it is possible. You are new to me. I am glad to meet you and thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a kind comment.

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    1. Hi Belva, thank you for calling and for your kind and wise words.
      Great to meet you and will see you again in BlogLand soon I am sure, :)

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  20. What a stunningly honest piece of writing. Ah... I was lucky - me and my dad didn't speak for years, but reconciled before he died.

    Thank you for visiting my blog, and for your lovely comments.

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    1. Thanks Freya
      Great to have you here and thank you for you kind comment. I am so pleased you reconciled with your dad before he died. I feel dreadfully sorry for those who do not - what a waste and they would always feel they could have IF only their pride had not stood in the way. One should always try and be big enough to put pride aside..

      It was a pleasure to visit your blog and to read your great poem. Very pleased to meet you ~ Eddie.

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  21. You were right! We did kind of write on the same wavelength on this one... but, of course, who is it that we have close enough to us to feel similar but also be able to feel estranged and get those huge rifts that change everything in the relationship? Family...siblings...the like. This feels like a very important poem, to me. Whether you've experienced this or not, (an if not..all the more WOW to you) this is really important stuff.

    It makes me think about how I don't want what's happening in /my/ poem to turn into what's happening in /your/ poem. I'm not too worried, though. My brother and I are still very young and have worlds of time to apologize and come back to each other and make up.

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    1. Just get back with him and show him my poem and say life is just too short - one of us may be dead next year, God forbid. But for anyone it is much better to always be in fellowship. Actually I made my poem up - but there are parallels with people I do know. Great to meet you and probably will se you next week ~ Eddie

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  22. Beautifully written and quite moving...

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    1. Thank you . . . . . and still trying to figure out the answer to you quizz.

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  23. Beautifully written and quite moving...

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    1. . . . . . and thank you for reading it again! ROFL

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  24. Hello old friend, I felt so sad when I read this post. Peter is adorable. You know Eddie sometimes when there has been a death in the family, someone you love very much a hurt and anger builds up inside and you lash out at someone else you love. Perhaps your son is letting the pain out. I have seen this happen in many families. Hopefully in time this will all work out. Sorry I didn't personal message you but I have a new computer and have to build a new address book, I have lost all of my old ones. I have been thinking of Maggie so much lately and no longer have her email either. Take care, xo

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    1. Hi Berni - Really touching that you stopped by, and great to see you my good friend.
      The subject matter of my serious poem does not relate in any way to my family, fortunately. But I can imagine how heart breaking it might be if it did exist in a family.
      It just came out of my head - also it could be a person not being at one with himself after a calamitous event.

      I shall email you to restore your contact addresses with the family. God Bless.~ Eddie x

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  25. The gentle knock is the key...

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    1. Yes I agree! . . . . but I wonder how many of us would actually do it?
      Pride sometimes gets in the way.

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  26. Hi Eddie, a beautiful, touching write. Well done. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I have enjoyed reading yours ... right off to have another go at Magpie Tales.

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    1. Thank you Mary!
      Lovely to see you.
      I am a bit slow with this week's project at Magpie Tales :)

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