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it's good to see you
mandolyn

i could feel your arms
 1
roping my waist –just for a moment
 2
 
 
how silly i was
 3
for such a thought
 4
 
 
you had only waved
 5
from a distant table
 6

11 Feb 11

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hogwash
 — unknown

perfect, true.
 — unknown

how do you know they were waving at you?

it might have been the person seated at the corner table?
 — unknown

Her tender glance seemed simple chance.
Yet I thought of holding her tight,
In a dance or lovers romance.
So I waved in simple delight.
 — Elzie

the washing of hogs- yes.
 — mandolyn

hey, it's good to see U2. what's the pasta like at this joint?
 — unknown

shh, it's starting...
 — mandolyn

that's just the trailer
 — unknown

i like john malkovich...shh.
 — mandolyn

John Malkovich is a gay atheist, you do not really like him.
 — unknown

he's a great actor. so is christopher walken and john tuturro (sp?) daniel day lewis...the list goes on.

now HUSH! :-)
 — mandolyn

don't mess your popcorn and peanuts
 — unknown

cuteness
 — unknown

^ thanks unk. you mean 'pink heart' cute? bah!
 — mandolyn

the pathos seems a little light
 — jharrison

flimsy
 — unknown

there is no overwhelming sadness in this. just a silly girl.
:)
 — mandolyn

kinda like a very short romance trash novel.
 — unknown

^ jealous?
 — mandolyn

As just noted, 'arms roping' criterion for what the object should be is not supplied externally, rather it is supplied by space itself. Therefore, like it's knowledge, the "object" that it distinguishes from its knowledge is really just the object "for consciousness" - to imagine such things - it is the object as envisioned by that stage of inference. Thus, in attempting to resolve the discord between person and object, it inevitably alters the object as well. In fact, the new object "table" is developed from imagined inadequate from the previous "object, waist" Thus, what lines 5 and 6 really do is to modify its "object" to conform to its knowledge. Then the cycle begins anew as consciousness attempts to examine what it knows about this new relationship between persons.
 — unknown

^ exactly.

(what?)

changing the first line changes everything
 — mandolyn

this seems nothing like the original.  or maybe i am incorrect.
 — jenakajoffer

I was discussing the roping of arms in context, I did not infer to change the first line.
 — unknown

^ i know, i changed it because i wanted to test it out. :)

and jen, you are right this is not like the original. i didn't like "roping themselves around my waist"
 — mandolyn

i think i like it better this way...
but i seem to change my mind about this one often
 — mandolyn

Dont think for yourself.
 — unknown

^ sorry, already did.
 — mandolyn

it is true that changing the first line changes the entire poem.
(and i already knew this, hence why i play with it so much)
 — mandolyn

the longing to be touched by the opposite sex, is somewhat overdone, but I think once you are married, or ever do get married and have children etc. you wont be writing like this anymore, and your writing will mature.
 — unknown

^ lol

this poem was written when i was 19. i brought it out a year ago to work with it.
but nice try...
 — mandolyn

p.s and there is nothing wrong with a married woman writing poems like this. we have a romantic side that no man will ever understand...and personally, i like to write this way, it could be about a single girl i know or me in the past...fiction is fun.
i have many poems on here from years back that i am just now working with.
 — mandolyn

I see.  How old are you now?
 — unknown

^ you know who i am. you know that i'm married. but that was pretty funny...
 — mandolyn

what? I do think that the poem is a bad poem. Just wanted to express some observations on theme.
 — unknown

not think*
excuse me.
 — unknown

Ok. Do you want they story behind it? (It is from personl experience, back then)
Would that help, I mean?
 — mandolyn

*the, i mean
excuse ME.
 — mandolyn

What is the story behind the poem. You mentioned being 19 at the time of its writing. This then, makes it more clear.
 — unknown

after just getting my food from the cafeteria in a lodge, i went to find a table to sit down. just as i sat down and glanced about the room i saw him, across the room at another table and we made eye contact...which lasted a few seconds. then he waved.
 — mandolyn

but for some reason, i think adding all of that to this poem would dull it up.

the original was this:

i could feel your arms
roping themselves
around my waist-- just for a moment

how silly i was
for such a thought

you had only waved
from a distant table
 — mandolyn

So you did change it a little. Maybe include more feelings, to draw the reader in. As it is, it seems like you glossed over an important moment; important enough for you to write about it and work on later. Or am I being presumptuous? There is longing here somewhere in this I must say.
 — unknown

well, the longing is not there anymore. we broke up 3 weeks ago.
-hehe, j/k

when i found this in an old journal of mine i liked how it read and thought to keep it.

thanks. :)
 — mandolyn

^ but yes, longing definately at the time...
 — mandolyn

*definitely (geez)
 — mandolyn

(now the memories are making me ill)

;)
 — mandolyn

was he 'the one that got away'?
 — unknown

lol, NO. really, no. i am actually very glad (now) that he got away...
you can never trust a rock climber.
 — mandolyn

Maybe you will meet another some day. And when he waves you will wave back, and go over and sit with him. I met my husband on a roller coaster strangely enough.
 — unknown

I am married. :)
 — mandolyn

Oh :D Congratulations.
 — unknown

^ i've been married for 13 years now. but thanks.
 — mandolyn

freaking format! grr.
any suggestions?
 — mandolyn

because this always seems to happen to me
 — faith

i guess you are not into 'everything is an illusion'  
 — unknown

^ you're an illusion
 — mandolyn

Perfect and true! Hogwash says the athiest, and I suppoet his right to speak! Even though he talks unto himself (or herself) they talk, none-the-less and sense not be sought but perhaps a bit of attention? For whomever but a poor soul, sick and deprived would waste their wondering lives descrying something so wonderous, only to mock it and make light of a heavy heart? There is pity there, and much abound, still, I find my favor in this heavy heart! They seek humor, and portray themsealves justly, for it is a dark life that needs humor.

As for the poem, it's short, sweet, and to the point. How many times have I sat at that table? Even earlier tonight...
 — hippietomcat

thanks hippie
 — mandolyn

this one. this is romance, yes? if so, i've had PLENTY :)
 — mandolyn

Who is this one about, Mandee?
 — unknown

actually, it's about the guy who 9 reminds me of. i wrote it so long ago.
 — mandolyn

Who does 9 remind you of? I never asked. Should I?
 — unknown

nu-uh.
 — mandolyn

Well, I'm going to. Who does 9 remind you of? Give me ahint.
 — unknown

don't make me come over there with a waffle iron.
 — mandolyn

I don't know why this is such a tough question for you to answer. I'll stop pestering you.
 — unknown

good
 — mandolyn

^ That unknown was not I. But who does 9 remind you of? Maybe you already told me....
I don't think I have read this little bad boy. Excellent, Mandee.
 — yield

I really like this poem. It's full of sweetness. I love the way you ended it 6-7. I believe many can relate to this feeling of yearning or perhaps the beginning of love, first love. Well done :)
 — Jenmarie

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