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An Undefined Dream (a poem)

I saw a house at the top of a hill, sitting stately, majestic and still.....I walked on up and looked inside, wondering what secrets the house might hide.....When I opened the door, dust spewed out, the neglect clear as I looked about.....Then I spotted some pictures upon the wall and the story they told, said it all.....A happy family played in a garden of joy, mother and father, girl and boy.....Their laughter rang in my ears as I saw, the shadow that loomed over them all.....For when the laughter ceased its happy sound, no life was left in the house to abound....[I know this is a sad poem but, it had to come out. I was fearful to post this for many reasons. I can tell you I also wrote a part 2. There are many ways to heal and for me writing is one of the best ways. I originally wrote this becuase my amazing and astonishing friend, Starrlight encouraged me to. She is my muse, as well. Lastly feel free to psycho analyze here. Why did I write this? What does it mean? What does the symbolism in the poem mean to you? I encourage you to respond with poems. I love them and I will read them all. Your friend, JEG325.....]

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JEG, I may be wrong but didn't you say in one of your posts that your house is

on top of a hill?

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It is on a small hill....but, I never considered that at all. Honestly.

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The poem was sad but moving. I'm looking towards part 2.

It's good to get our emotions out in whatever way we choose.

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Thank you. Should I post it right away or wait a few hours?

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I have an appointment to go to right now but I will return in

a couple hours. Your choice JEG, I'll find it for sure. :)

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Thank you for reading it and commenting. !00 kazillion protective hugs while you're out and about today!

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Hi JEG, I'm home :) Will be watching whenever you post it.

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Thank you. Just went through a bad spell. JaneDoe2018 helped me out, God bless her. Doin a bit better now. Will look forward to your reply about new poem.

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Oh I'm sorry JEG...I'm glad Jane was there for you. Just take some "me time"

and relax.

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Luv, you Agora1. Another friend of mine is in constant contact and keeping watch over me. I have many good friends out here. I count you as one. Stay safe and have a blessed day!

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Can’t wait for more 😃

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You will have it in a couple hours, milady (and my muse). Watching my neck carefully....

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I interpret it to be a story of a family with skeletons in their closet, a dark family secret but to the outside world they appear to have it all together.

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Good interpretation. I have heard similar theories already. Shows how sharp you are. But, I read your post too. Let's talk on the pm. Okay?

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Jeg that was a brave thing to do. To put your innermost thoughts ‘out there ‘ takes courage. Without knowing your childhood circumstances and family background, it is hard to see what stems from your childhood and which from adulthood. If you lived a traditional family life, house, mum, dad, garden etc it could be a yearning for what may have been very happy years, then the sadness that you have been able to re-create that same family life for yourself for some unspecified reason. Only one person can know the true meaning of something from so deep within you, and you know who that is Jeg.

It feels as if you would like to tell us something about your life, but as yet it may be too upsetting for you to share it. Jeg we all have a story, some will be more traumatic, some will be sad, yet they are ours and they are probably what has brought us to this forum.

I cannot wait for part 2

❤️❤️❤️

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God, I luv you S1K. You are so smart, compassionate and sweet. Yes, a part of it is a yearning for a happier time, although not much of my life has been truly happy. My family life wasn't good. My adult life was spent mostly spinning my wheels. The reference to the shadow that loomed over them all is because the person in the poem saw something in the pictures that clued him in to what happened to the family. He chose not to elaborate. In my life there was a brief happier time followed by 2 years I largely lost. The calamity was my fault and I could have prevented it. That is what the last few lines refer to. You are one sharp lady!!!

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I agree, I feel some secret is beginning to pull itself loose and be set free. But I feel JEG needs to forgive himself.

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Hard to do, my beautiful friend. That one was my fault. The other 4 tragedies were not.....

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Ok

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Hey JEG, I love the poem and look forward to the second part. It is sad, and beautiful, and so vivid. It's as if I can see what you are saying. To me, it sounds like a reminiscent poem, as if one has a snapshot into their inner most desires to be happy and whole again. The times that were most happy and whole were of younger years when we were still 'innocent', before the realities of the world hit. And all that remains is an emptiness, only slightly filled with a yearning to go back to simpler times.

<3

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Wow! Poetic and beautiful response. You have some writing talent too. Yes, a part of me yearns for my past a bit. If I knew what was gonns happen to me, I would have reacted quite differently. But. I bet most of us can say that about some pivotal point in our lives. Thanks for weighing in my good friend!

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Thanks, JEG. I understand what you mean about pivotal points in our lives, it's so true. I like to think that it shapes us and truly makes us who we are. You are a very special person, don't lose sight of that :)

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I think you are too. I am a good judge of character when I put my mind to it. I think you are an awesome, smart person. I ask you not to lose sight of that either. Okay?

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<3

It's a deal.

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I am in such awe! A very graphic telling of what I feel so often. And beautifully and succinctly written. I feel this comes from a deep, painful place inside you. I'm so very sorry. Maybe getting 'it' out there will promote healing. I'm praying for you, Love.

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I miss you and treasure everything you say. Thank you for that. There is a part 2 with even more symbolism. Hope you like it too!

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I'm certain I will. I will be off line until this evening, but I'll check in then to see if you've posted part 2!

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My friend... so proud of u with this poem.. ur an amazing writer.. n Im glad to say ur my friend...sending lots of mushiness ur way my friend :)

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Luv u and ur mushiness!!

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it was wonderful JEG....and it sounds like your looking for what you had in the past that made you happy, the family that was together and happy, and then something happened where that happiness was overshadowed by sadness. And the dust was possibly the like a metaphor for the memory's......and trying to get a clear view of them.

Please post part 2...I enjoyed very much what you wrote.

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Working on it now. I almost had it done, hit a wrong button and poof! It vanished. Gotta repost. Thanks for your response.

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are you writing using 'Microsoft Word' first....because I have lost many many posts and comments here hitting the wrong button, or the site freezes up and I loose my stuff too. That save me a lot of grief.

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I'm using WP Writer a generic analog of Microsoft Word. The base poem is safe. But, the onsite changes I made were lost. I do not feel good and I find that extra aggravating. But, I thank you for you concern, though....

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I know what you mean....but it's good you keep trying when your moved to write, because it is cathartic and healing, and when we write about the hard stuff we still have to work through in our lives....for me....each time I talk about certain things of my childhood that caused most of my damage ....it takes a little more power out of it each time I get it out in writing. I'm glad your sharing here.

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I got it posted. Enjoy!

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I'm gonna go with accepting the poem at face value. A story of a happy family to whom tragedy strikes. What you're doing in their house is a mystery. Since it's your dream it still could mean most anything. Waiting for part 2 now...

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Part 2 is out!

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But I can't write poetry 2 times if I read it with part 1!

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Your words bring sadness

But my heart yearns for gladness.

Letting you write is madness

And in your skivvies! (Brings plaidness.)

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Seriously? That's gonna cost you 2 million kisses!

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