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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 34
Sign: Libra

State: London and South East
Country: UK
Signup Date: 1/23/2007

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007 

From his spot beneath a spring time tree

Resting under a carousel

The old man closed his eyes for the final time

And died.

 

No childhood friends came to meet him,

Or lovers from his past

Alone he roamed his field of dreams

A parting smile at last.

 

His journey led him South

amidst the music

Old school Blues,

guitars and riffs

Created in the world of death.

 

A carnival of masks and mystery

Drag queen dancers

Rum and coke party nights

Entwined amongst the singers.

 

Turning every corner

Each step a never discovered world

A rickety table, chairs set for two

On a paving stone for one.

 

A meeting of minds

A remembrance of last regrets

Visions of what could have been

And what will be now.

 

From his spot beneath a spring time tree

Sunshine warms his face.

The old man travels to places unknown

And comes to life at last.

 

Charlotte Scadeng © June 2007

1:54 PM
 
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african blue

 
It is sort of Americana. I love Americana, and American Gothic by the way. Yep!
 
Posted by african blue on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 2:00 PM
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That is exactly what I was thinking. A slice of pie... This could so be a song. Love it.
 
Posted by on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 - 3:23 AM
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charlotte scadeng

 
Thank you!! The images are sort of based on one of the best nights out I've ever had. new years eve in Barbados. Too much rum and lots of dancing, music and strangely dressed people.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.x
 
Posted by charlotte scadeng on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 2:02 PM
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robjmeyer
Bob Meyer

 
Charlotte,

I can smell the magnollias and feel wisps of moss swinging in the live oaks on an alley off Magazine Street.

Wonderful.

Bob
 
Posted by robjmeyer on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 3:10 PM
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True-Blue

 
So, did the old man die actually or
was that figuratively?
~Andy~
 
Posted by True-Blue on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 - 8:14 PM
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Skinned

 
That's a beautiful poem Charlotte, there's definately a song in there, although the quality of your words ses this doesn't need any music to enhance it's flow ;)

Thanks for the words and accepting the hand lady ;))
 
Posted by Skinned on Thursday, June 21, 2007 - 10:55 AM
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