November 21, 2009

  • The Missing Person Shirley Ann Pendleton



     The Missing Person

     

    The nights are long when I can’t sleep

    and I can’t stand the thoughts that creep

    into my mind reminding me

    of yesteryears catastrophies

     

    It hurts when I recall a boy

    Telling me how I destroyed

    A unit called our family

    Three of them and one of me

     

    I’d take all the blame were it but mine

    But, that’s not real, yet still I pine

    and because that boy thinks less of me.

    I’m stuck with his reality

     

    a girl of mine felt wrath at me

    the time has changed its quality

    for now she turns her wrath within

     and I feel guilt because she’s kin

     

    I’d take all the blame were it but true

    But, that’s not real, so it won’t do

    The nights are long when I don’t sleep

    And my heart still aches, for the wounds were deep


     

                                                                                                          Mom     Shirley Ann Pendleton

                                                                                              from “The Fragile Clown”

                                    

                                                                                            

Comments (5)

  • interesting, to say the least ; )  this piece does bring up all sorts of questions re thee, sir lloyd.

  • Hey Kim;
    Yes, I agree and because my veracity is at stake and I value your opinion I will try of explain. Since I have a tendency to wander and explore bunny tails, I must needs try to be as concise as I can. To quote Douglas McArthur, "I shall return." And thanks for bringing this to my attention, oh, perceptive one. grey

  • @saltypepper1357 - i am, perhaps, in the middle of being misunderstood, myself. again. it hurts because this one was close to me, for years. but i can wait no longer for him to grok me. 'twill never be.  your posted piece here reminds me...there are others, everywhere, misunderstood.

    (maybe we should start a 'church' ; )

  • @belskaylar - 

    Hail, Diana
    Thou spake of starting a church. Methinks the notion might beareth merit. Joe Smith once, while praying devoutly to his Lord said, "Lord, I have tried the many, many churches around here (~paraphrase~) and remain uncertain. Which one is the TRUE church." The Lord said, "None of them, Joe. So, follow my instructions and start another one." That's pretty close. The early 1830's was a good time for starting churches; SDA, LDS, and others. 'Twas a planetary alignment thing.
    grey

  • @saltypepper1357 -  ; )  if i be diana, who be thou? ; )   whilst thee think on this, i like what that particular Lord did say to Joe Smith. perhaps each of us, here and everywhere, is a 'church'. or so it seems to me, at this early hour ; )

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