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Writers People posted on Aug 25, 2008
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I woke today to find myself on an unusual fence Looking down I see both sides If this were a wall it would be easier to walk There would be room for us all To gleefully walk hand in hand On one side is a love so pure, so deep, so passionate that you realize Until this moment, you have never truly loved Every thing you did from your humble beginnings to this moment Was little more than going through the motions An all encompassing love that makes you want to be a better person A love that deep within your heart you know, you are a better person for it Yet this love is not without pain, the pain of knowing You are not loved with the same capacity with which you love On the other side is a love that is warm and deeply caring A love that has let you find a way into their heart And made a place there forever. It brings comfort, contentment, a confidence That lets you begin to love again It also brings pain, because this love Cannot be returned in the capacity with which it is received. It squeezes your heart whenever you look into the eyes of this lover So much so that you stop looking into them Afraid they will glimpse that reflection in your soul Guilt saddles this pain because you know, they have Yet the capacity of that love is given with equal fervency and equally profound As I walk this fence I reach down and take the hands offered me in spite of this For love should not have boundaries, thus boundaries should not be placed upon it With each footstep, it widens to become a wall Hand in hand we seemingly walk in sync Suddenly the natural flow of love hiccups Dazed and confused Humpty Dumpty comes to mind I wonder if he fell because he felt he had to make choices. Making mine, I offer the choice to love and be loved in return in whatever capacity that love is. Love should not be spurned, for if we do we miss life's most precious gift As we journey along the movement of love changes I begin to see what I refused to see, what is, what was meant to be I begin to feel what I refused to feel, the distance, my own missteps Sea air assaults my nostrils, salt clinging to my skin like honey I forge ahead A familiar sense of foreboding permeates my being The air fills with a long forgotten song Beckoning me as it crashes against the sands of time "I am but your vessel As we traverse through time One that just rekindles love While never knowing mine I am the keeper of broken hearts Harbor for wounded souls Careening barnacles from your spirit The balm that heals the holes" The wall disappears into a dank darkness Our heartbeats obliterated by the creaking metronome crashing against the waves The cold wet steel of nautical chains wrap around me choking the beat of my heart Barnacles tearing at my soul peeling away layer after layer of my being My desperate pleas echo into nothingness Hands grip my hands anchoring me as I slip into an undertow of darkness Two hearts left beating are finding a rhythm of their own as mine slowly ebbs "First I had to die: Let down my defenses one by one in surrender, to that which holds me. Gives way to that which protects me. Each tear brings withering pain. Bittersweet decay lingers, as I'm drawn to the womb from which I came. Only then could I see Even in death there is beauty And only then, could I know Rebirth: Fervently suckling nature's breast, limbs take root to do the rest. In morning's mist dawn is waking, through the earth I am breaking. Stretching, reaching, breaking free, of the world confining me." Thrashing slows to a gentle rocking Lulled in loving arms I am delivered onto the soft down of earth My hands are filled by a love that has never left my side Bathing in the warm glow of love I took the hand on one side, placed it lovingly to my cheek Looking into the eyes of this love I gently removed guilt's saddle Watching our pain of knowing As it dissipated into the atmosphere With this letting go came a new love Equally fervent, equally profound Now equal in its capacity of giving and receiving Holding the other hand to my lips With all the tenderness and love my heart could hold I looked into the eyes of this love Letting that love reflect into theirs Feeling it quicken as it found a beat all its own Dawn broke the horizon bringing The adventure of a new future, a new day, a new love There before us were greener pastures Without walls, without fences Love without boundaries A new sound pulses from within me Simultaneously my heart beats in perfect rhythm To the hands holding mine Yet, my heart beats alone For the first time I can hear the beat Of my own drum

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heartnsoul

2:53PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

http://knol. google.com/ k/james-oneill/ polyamory/ 3czmgkncteg8o/ 2# I ask so that you may better understand my work and my reference to Humpty Dumpty (having to choose between two loves) to check out the link I've provided. I entered a contest recently for poems (any style) about love. One of the options was to write a poem on various lovers. I chose to write about Loving more....a variation on various lovers that is called Polyamory. Through conversation with friends last year I learned of this lifestyle. So that I might better understand their perspective I learned much about it. I am not one to judge anyone for anyway one chooses to live. Lest I be judged. So I took the opportunity to write about a controversial subject (would any of you expect less of me :)?) to hopefully enlighten others. So that you understand, I am not saying here this is my lifestyle, only an enlightenment. For those of you that are familiar with my work; you will probably notice that excerpts from two of my poems were used, "Love's Vessel" and "Growing Pains". I thought both very appropriate here. I do hope you enjoy... I do hope you walk away not only enlightened but with the knowledge that life holds for us many choices. This is but one of many. My poem garnered an Honorable Mention and a new friend in the process. Much love, light and wisdom to you all ~Michelle~

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davidoblad

3:52PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

Because of its fluid nature, polyamory is sometimes loosely defined. Nevertheless, people who identify as polyamorous typically reject the view that sexual and relational exclusivity are always necessary for long-term loving relationships. Those who are open to, or emotionally suited for a polyamorous lifestyle, may at times be single, or in monogamous relationships, but are more typically involved in multiple long term relationships. Polyamorous relationships, in practice, are highly varied and individualized. Ideally they are built upon values of trust, loyalty, negotiation, and compersion, as well as rejection of jealousy, possessiveness, and restrictive cultural standards. Sex is not necessarily a primary focus in polyamorous relationships. Polyamorous relationships commonly consist of groups of more than two people seeking to build a long-term future together on mutually agreeable grounds, with sex as only one aspect of their relationship. There are many kids with single parents. If gays are allowed to marry, then at least the child has two parents. If one earns the bread then the other can be a care giver or supervisor. Even if they are the same sex. But if two are better than one then isn't three better than two? Three Fathers or three Mothers or all other combinations? Communal living can work, but only when the participants give up insecurity, selfishness and care more about others than they do about themselves. It would be nice when society stops setting restrictions on our hearts on a global scale. Stops equating jealousy with love. That realize that their moral authority comes from a God that knocked up a married woman. Anyway, I'll get off my box now.. Excellent Poem Michelle. Very deep and insightful. Best wishes and hugs from Dave :^)

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jocko500

5:13PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

wonderful words and story

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DennisReed

5:57PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

Superb topic & writing!

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hotracer2

6:23PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

Breathtaking writing, just pulls you in and in the end wanting more!!!!:):):)

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Silkylady

8:33PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

This is unusual, interesting and unique Michelle. Wonderfully written. Huggs... Silkylady...

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auntietk

8:43PM | Mon, 25 August 2008

Wow. Beautifully written, thoughtfully presented. Excellent work.

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beachzz

1:21AM | Tue, 26 August 2008

Wow, takes my breath away--beautiful!!

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magnus073

1:54PM | Fri, 29 August 2008

All I can say is this is truly a brilliantly written work Michelle and so well thought out. Thank you so much for sharing. Life does indeed hold many choices for us and I can see why your poem got so much attention as it is superb.

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evielouise

2:17PM | Fri, 29 August 2008

I agree with magnus073 we all have choices and that's what is so wonderful about life we make them an d live them and if they are not what we thought they would be we move out andon to another step in life how lucky are we that can do that ??very lucky: great poem and thoughts and words:hugs ))


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