Carefree by Elizabetta

Carelessly coasting through life,
no calculations; only cookies
The world; big and ambiguous.
Compassion came quickly.
No worthless worries, no choking cynism.
Having an irreplacable innocence, and ignorance of injustice.
It's all faded far into the distance.
The days when boys were bad
except of course my dad.
There was an endless eternity of play time,
and hardly work to do.
GPA and college aps
were funny foreign words to me.
I could always run and cry to mom,
and there was plenty of time for naps.
Fights with friends were far between
and a cute smile tranquilized any trouble I was in.
My daddy knew absolutely everything
and there was no hurt icecream couldn't cure.
Of course diet was of no concern,
metablolism took care of it all.
There was no risk of heartache
no waiting for boys who don't call.
The sweet simple days pass away
as you grow up things complicate
youthful jubilence disapears with the blink of an eye.
Ice cream is no longer a cure-all,
and toys have to be put away.
Things must move on and time can't stand still
but somedays I can't help but wish I could go back.
back to the sweeet simplicity of it all,
run recklessly, play endlessly, and be once again carefree.

Pamela (66.38.146.118) -- Thursday, January 23 2003, 03:17 am

Aw
That was a classic way to put the good old days back in perspective. I think you emphasized a few things in particular so well - the ice cream bit especially!
Beautiful poem, and again, my compliments to the poet.

Martin Vann (63.208.47.88) -- Monday, February 17 2003, 10:50 pm

Your Words Tell No Lies, But From Your Truth, You Hide, Why?
I have read all your poems and here in is my cry, why is it, you never reply? We tell you in our way how much your words have to say, we read them all, and in our hearts they stay. But, cold, it seems you are, for never, do you reply! For all your feelings, you bury in our heart with words,you never seem to speak. It seems you write and share, only to set your own heart free. Do you seek some sort of revenge? Yet, not a word, for all our compliments of sincerity, not a word of thank you, do you speak. For all your words we read, yet still, You do not speak.

Just to know there is a sole, that is all I ask of you, one response that says, I'm glad, you listened to my sole!

Why is it you can write with such power, yet seem unable to speak?

I'll read no more of your words, though loving and sweet, they are to me. Until I hear you hold your pen, and let your sweet lips speak.

Feel better now, must apologize, for in this house, Dreamersreality, we/you can speak, its not requred, that we/you reply.

Please accept my apology,

MartinV

Elizabetta (205.188.208.137) -- Tuesday, February 18 2003, 03:50 am

Reason for my reticence
I suppose I should explain the reason I am so reluctant to comment. First, however, I would like to say thank you for all the comments on all of my poems. I do appriceate them a great deal, and they inspire me to to keep writing.
The reason I do not comment on my pieces is the very same as the reason why I write. I am a dyfunctional commuicator. I do not speak or write prose eloquently. I simply cannot bear the thought of telling another person how I feel in concrete terms.
Poetry, however, allows me to express feelings without defining them. When I share my poetry I bare my soul. That is my best shot at expression. Any other explanation would be superflous because I know not any other words to capture what I meant, or how I feel. Maybe I should keep my poetry to myself, I have shared because it makes me feel connected. I wasn't aware that this was upsetttig to you all, butI do appriceate you leting me know.

Martin Vann (65.56.170.228) -- Tuesday, February 18 2003, 03:27 pm

Lovey our poems, very much!
Elizabetta,
Your work is beautiful, not at all upsetting. Please, continue to write,its as I say, beautiful. My comment was my own, of course I can't speak for others and don't try. I just wanted to hear you speak from the "other side," You have done it, beautifully, which is your signature, I think. Thank you very much, I fele, I know you better now and I realize I was being selfish and thinking only of myself. Your world is private and I understand, I like your world very much and KEEP writting, we need to hear your beautiful thoughts.

With Respect and gratitude,

Martin V

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