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From Another Dimension

Updated on April 26, 2013
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Once upon a midnight fancy

Where dreams were innocent

Yet nothing chancy.

The moon smiling down

Way up high

Cast a doubt upon my crown.

A flash of yesterday

Slapped my face

Sent me reeling in disarray.

A disguised thought

Came from a dusty shelf

A sinful stare, I was caught.

The mind plays tricks

Even when decades pass

Feelings returned, like a ton of bricks.

Can you hear my voice

From thousands of years away?

As you recall, it wasn’t my choice.

It was either me or you,

When that avalanche came.

I reacted fast, what could I do?

I stand beside you,

Yet you cannot see.

I drop a hint, a lonely cue.

And there it is

A wayward sight,

Here’s your locket and a gentle kiss.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey ph! Thanks for the great comment. As you know, I will be checking in!

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Good evening avian - A very nice piece of poetry, thoughtful, quite expressive. Theresa

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Kim. I have always been close to Native America in the various places that I have lived.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      I loved how your poem pulled me into a moment filled with so much history. You were able to capture and captivate. Nicely done. Kim

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Dreamseeker, it's good to see you. Thanks for all the votes, and I hope that you're having a fabulous day.

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      dreamseeker2 4 years ago

      You do have a way with words, my friend. : ) Voted up and awesome!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Mary, Mary, quite contrary...

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      I promise, I only tell the truth!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Peg! Thank you so much. They say that things happen for a reason.

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      Peg Cole 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

      Beautifully written and hauntingly sweet. I loved the line,

      "A flash of yesterday

      Slapped my face"

      along with all the others.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Colin, do stay well. The way I look at it with writing, is if I have a pen and paper at least, I am ahead of the game. Thanks for seeing me again.

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Hello Deb - I've been away for awhile due to health reasons but it's so nice to see you again and you are definitely a thinking woman's writer/poet - always so much depth with your feelings and thoughts and of course your perception of things and life around you makes you that special writer.

      Warm wishes sent to you from Colin and his cats at lake erie time 11:00pm

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Alicia, thanks so much for reading. I always appreciate your viewpoint, for you have much wisdom within yourself.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Beckie. I just never know what is going to happen. When it decides to spew forth, I must be ready for it...

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Leslie, no offense taken. I suspect that I haven't even yet scratched the surface on what I could yet create. We shall see, for I believe that I am on a journey.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Illsontitan, hearing this from you, something tells me that I can truly believe what you say to me, that I can always rely on your words as truthful. Life can be wistful, even though it is mysterious, too.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Leslie. I also believe in a higher power, and to be honest, I believe it resides within all of us, we just must learn how to read the signs. I am so glad that you were able to resolve the curiosity in your issue, INSIGHTFULLY and realistically. As you know, history can repeat itself, but it is the path that we wander on down the road. Kosmol.

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a very interesting poem, Deb. I love the ending, which was a surprise. The final scene is so beautiful.

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      Shining Irish Eyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

      There is no doubt in my mind as to the many levels of dimensions. First hand experience tells me so.

      Deb - I am truly impressed in your many different writing genres.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      oops! My apologies, Deb - for calling you Anan..

      On second thought - she writes gorgeous poetry also - i wouldn't mind someone confusing my work with hers occasionally..

      LOL...

      have a great sunday- again, sorry bout that!

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      This was amazing as it says so much about us and the past coming into the present. You certainly showed yet another side of your talent with this one. Beautifully written.

      Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      it'd odd, isn't it? how signs are missed...opportunities are missed...or timing is off?

      i am a believer in the universe, BIG TIME (NOT god as man created him..), and have no doubt that it offers us what we need - when we need it - if we are pure of heart..

      interestingly - a man came into my life from TWENTY YEARS AGO...he had a huge impact on my life back then and i've always...longed...thought...imagined what it might have been - had the timing been right..

      well, 20 years later - i find out that it would have been exactly the same - and was able to finally close that door! I felt...years LIGHTER!

      Thank you universe!

      And you dear Anan, for this insightful poem!

      up and sharing

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      So true, Blossom. Read what I mentioned to Lela.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      My mother had come to me years ago after she died, and I didn't know it. She was dressed in white, floating in front of me. She tried to take my hand, but I was afraid, and pulled away. It woke me out of a dead sleep. I knew it wasn't a dream, as I found a pin on the floor near the bed. It was my grammar school graduation pin, something I never would have moved from home with.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Why, thanks, KoffeeKlatch Gals. I never know what I'm going to do until it hits, then I'd best be near a keyboard or some paper.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A lovely, thoughtful poem, full of memories and regret and yet there is something deeper, too.

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      CreatePerfection 4 years ago from Beautiful Colorado

      Beautiful and mysterious. It seems all those who are in our past come to us from another dimension from time to time. Sometimes they come to help us on our path, sometimes to taunt us with parts incomplete, sometimes to remind us of what we have been through and where we are going.

      Blessings,

      Lela

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      Susan Haze 4 years ago from Sunny Florida

      Beautiful. I agree with xstatic, for me it reveals a 'haunting' undertone. Love it.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Martin! I'm glad that you thought that this poem was all right.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      I am impressed. My hat off to you

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Jim. All the better to haunt you with.

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Lovely poem with a "haunting" (no pun intended) quality.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Billy! You're right on that account, too. Kosmol!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, whonu! Glad that you saw through everything as it were. I expected nothing less from you, my friend.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very lovely, Deb! I call this sweet melancholy. :) Have a great weekend.

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Yes, I believe that there are multiple dimensions and on rare occasions we are permitted to see some of these. Some people have an innate ability to see these dimensions and figures within them, more so, than others. Nice poem and well received, my friend. whonu