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OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

0 posted 2011-01-12 04:32 PM

YESTERYEAR

RUSTY MEMORIES
4 April 2001

Dark lagoon,
ship-starred sea,
summer moon,
night-cooled breeze,
a Vienna waltz
that the orchestra plays,
rainbow lights,
folds of gossamer
whispering blues,
swirling, twirling
on dancing feet
light as froth,
all attuned…

“Come, on. I need to get groceries.”

Silent halls with leaves blown in
through broken panes
call to me,
knowing I dance
to the pain
of their rusty memories

MYSTIC GARDEN TOWER
4 April 2001

Creeper-graced
of midnight green,
Rapunzel stairway
to a locked door.
Silence reigns
and seeps deep
into my soul.
Even the birds
have abandoned
their haunts..
Not an owl
will call.
They know, they know
but we don’t know
what they know they know.

Owl

JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

1 posted 2011-01-12 06:45 PM

I am beginning to feel quite at ease with your style of poetry, Owl, and it is a pleasant feeling.

Two days after my birthday these poems were structured and somehow I feel that is significant. Why? Hard to explain, except to say you bring to life something which is old and going to rot with your beautiful words and uplifting order.

The call for groceries but a momentary pause in your lovely quest to see beyond the decay for in your eyes are the splendor of vibrant days with music, dance and lovers crowded together seeking one another out.

Suicidal twin kills sister by mistake!

faithmairee
Senior Member

since 2011-01-05

Posts 1441
Poe Haven, USA

2 posted 2011-01-12 07:12 PM

another finely penned poem...you do such lovely work...i enjoyed it much!

There must be a poem in here somewhere.

s1nfully_1nn0c3nt
Senior Member

since 2003-10-26

Posts 1105
Watertown, NY

3 posted 2011-01-12 09:21 PM

quote:
Silent halls with leaves blown in
through broken panes
call to me,
knowing I dance
to the pain
of their rusty memories

This stanza, is lovely. Enjoyed.

-Trina
Be thankful for every person who has caused you pain. In that moment, they became your assistant of growth.

XGarapanX
Senior Member

since 2008-06-19

Posts 1435
Antarctica

4 posted 2011-01-12 09:28 PM

Ouch. This is really great writing.

·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!"

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

5 posted 2011-01-12 09:41 PM

2001? Why have you been hiding this wonderful poetry, Diana. It is some of your best. Stunning.
Ida

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

6 posted 2011-01-13 12:35 PM

fantasy seems always to be interrupted by reality, does it not...excellent write

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

7 posted 2011-01-13 04:13 PM

Thank you, Jerry for your heart-warming words.  Happy Birthday for all your 2 Aprils!  Although the poems were written in 2001, they were about an experience relating to somewhere during 1992-1995 and also 1955.  My mother and I had been on holiday at Uvongo on the coast south of Durban in 1995, when I was 10.  We had stayed at a homely but lovely little boarding-house-type hotel on one side of a lagoon that flowed into the sea on Uvongo beach.  On the other side of the lagoon was a huge wooded cliff and on top of that, hidden by lots of trees from the beach where we ordinary mortals were, was a huge, very expensive well-known hotel whose name escapes me for the moment.  (It shouldn’t as it was a French name – or an attempt at one - and I majored in French and particularly love the language.)

The boyfriend I had during the period of 1992-1995 and I were down that way as he was an athlete and had just finished a road race and we were exploring the area on the way back to Durban and we found the hotel in ruins.  I remembered its heydays and found the hotel’s loneliness mind-shatteringly sad and was trying to explain this to my very matter-of-fact boyfriend – hence his remarks about the groceries – but to not much avail.  I wanted to explore more, but his groceries were calling to him, so we didn’t.

Thank you Faith for your lovely warm response.

Thank you Trina.  I am glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you Garapan for the delightful smile-evoking compliment.

Thank you Ida. Smiles.  This is old stuff – I have had too much stress and too many commmitments and too little time to write much lately, and have resorted to posting old stuff, some of which may be reposts from long ago.

Yes, Steaven, although a lot of the apparent fantasy in this case, was based on reality.

Owl

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