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catefrances wrote:

do you have a split personality chad??? you know quoting yourself is just a tad crazy.

pandora wrote:

Gentle Is As Gentle Goes



So we do battle until one of us is broken?

You say it is me...
that I can not see.

I say it is you ....
that you can not can feel.

Gentle is as gentle does.

If you wound a heart,
will it feel more or less?
If you blind some one with light,
will they see more or less?

Gentle is as gentle does.

Let me touch you so you might feel with me.
Turn low the light so I might see with you.

Gentle is as gentle does

Blindfold removed
heart wide open
trusting as we go
stronger than before

because

Gentle Is As Gentle Goes ....

pandora wrote:

THERE



I remember you from always even before I knew you were there

the hushed voice under all others
a swoosh and a breath
I knew your words
while doubting my own

you were there

the shooting star
in the corner of my eye
a mistaken movement
a side glance with deep eyes

you were there

as sure as a sunrise and a sunset
starts and ends each day

as sure as love lasts forever
and is ours to keep at least until then

you were there

I remember your love from always even before I knew it was there

pandora wrote:

Labor Day 1966

When I was school age
we didn't go back to school til the day after Labor Day.
So many of my memories of this day
are filled with anticipation of the new school year......
Memories of the anticipation....

Last week Friday I would have walked up to my grade school
to look at the long white sheets of paper
scotch taped to the windows
that tell each of us who our new teacher is for the year.
There are excited happy squeals
from those who got the preferred cool teachers.
And boy could you tell who didn't.
The disgusted, disappointed looks on the faces of those
who got the mean teachers.
I think this our first taste of politics. The unfairness of life.
If you were the latter you were filled with the anticipation
of a not so good 9 months to come. Damn.

Anticipation of probably no cool field trips,
no awesome special snack time,
no unique projects and style of teaching that made learning fun.
Now your world was looking rather bleak,
it helped though to have good friends along to share in the torment.
So who's name was listed with yours could make
or break even the greatest or worst of news.
It could also make or break the best friendships too,
being separated for the school year.

All my new folders would have been carefully color chosen
and pre-doodled on, daisies, peace signs, initials of wanton love.
A small pencil bag is filled with pencils
and erasers of different colors and shapes.
A small box of crayons too.
There are no book bags yet, that would come much later.
Books are stacked and carried,
if you were a girl on your forearm against your chest,
a boy, stacked under hand, carried macho style, against your hip.
New school shoes peek from under the bed, super shiny and stiff,
destined to cause some blisters before the first day is out.
Better remember the bandaids, add them to the pencil bag,
best not to visit the school nurse the very first day.

My favorite back to school outfit lays on the chair,
wool skirt, sweater, knee highs,
even in Wisconsin this fall outfit premature for the last of the summer heat.
But suffer we will to look good, that starts early on.

The biggest part of Labor Day I remember
was trying to fall asleep in the still light, warm summer evening.
Laying there long after the sun set and the crickets started their song.
My bed positioned by the window to feel the evening breeze
and see the moon cast light across the backyard.
There I would lay wondering what the new school year would bring.
Anticipating new fun with old friends.
The anticipation of making new friends
and maybe new love at the tender age of ten.
Love, even then, the greatest anticipation in life.