tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13867897533057382742024-02-08T07:14:26.948-08:00Golden ReadsThe longer we live, the more we experience. This site is dedicated to those who have listened, seen, leapt and who have written. Golden Reads is a home for stories with a touch of history, insight, wisdom, and a whole lot of heart.Kymberlie ~ WriterOfTheStorm.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14331379225481378114noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386789753305738274.post-24130999328756992102015-10-02T01:23:00.001-07:002015-10-02T01:29:56.009-07:00Elaine Starkman - Lost Words, 2009The man slumps in his power wheelchair,<br />
not a homeless man, plump, well dressed<br />
in a good tweed jacket. He has a brand new cell<br />
phone. He wheels here every day to sit at this once<br />
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quiet place, selling sweet-smelling soaps wrapped<br />
as gifts. People rush by without looking at him,<br />
as if he doesn't exist. Today she tires of feeling guilty,<br />
and hopes the light turns green.<br />
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She's on the verge of tears. Her laptop, its case <br />
slung over arm, is heavy. She's late to Apple <br />
to learn if she's lost thousands and thousands of words.<br />
Will she drop her cell phone,<br />
<br />
get another parking ticket?<br />
"Hi," she says, ready to hand him a buck,<br />
not taking the soap. She thinks he lives<br />
here in town. Now she worried if he'll dream<br />
of her. She may even dream of him.<br />
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At last she exits the shop, her laptop<br />
restored, thinking of thousands of words <br />
that don't mean much. With a wry smile<br />
she crosses the street and finds a small dent in her car,<br />
not knowing whether to cry or to laugh.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Elaine Starkman is an author, a poet, and a teacher in not only the intellect but the spirit as well. Having lived a life that has taken her around the world from Chicago to Israel to Walnut Creek, she sees the world through progressive eyes with a voice that quietly demands to be heard to generations past, present and future. </i></b></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Lost Words, 2009 can be found in Elaine's book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hearing-Beyond-Sound-Collected-Poems/dp/0988300621/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" target="_blank">Hearing Beyond Sound - New and Collected Poems</a></i></b></span></blockquote>
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