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Honeybunch
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0 posted 2013-06-22 10:05 AM


Her wagon wheels have come off the tracks
but there never were tracks, you know,
just open and bare fields of despair
and the wind that rustles through hair.

But the wheels are off; she’s no fix-it man
to repair what life’s put asunder
and she stares at the pieces lost and alone
wondering how to advance.

She does need to get from here to there
with her goods and chattels intact
and she thinks to discard her backpack of past
as a final tribute to something called love.

She searches amongst the dense underbrush
for a place where the sun cannot reach
to dig a hole like an oversized grave
to hold all her useless trinkets.

But can she dig?  Oh, no, no, no!
She’s just an inept gypsy gal
fooling herself and wasting her time
in that dense underbrush.

This she knows but she also knows well
that one day she’ll stumble upon the light
that grows greatness from ineptitude
and burns her backpack to ash.

And the ashes will blow with the wind
far, far away, from the source
so if your eyes sting it’s just that “something”
time and intent set alight!

Helen / 22 June 2013  


© Copyright 2013 Helen - All Rights Reserved
Gale
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1 posted 2013-06-22 11:50 AM


Thank you for sharing!
It's reminded me of one song I know.
There were such lines:
"My house is built up, but I'm alone
The door slammed behind..."

Honeybunch
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2 posted 2013-06-22 04:21 PM


Thanks for the read, Gale.  It's just the natural progression of things.  Today always slams the door on yesterday but the mind (some minds) have trouble understanding the concept until "the light" if there such a thing be.
JerryPat2
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3 posted 2013-06-22 07:48 PM


I've had the ashes engulf me many times during my lost decades, but somehow I always managed to spit them out and carry on. This poem gives the reader a sense of the need to carry on. As long as you keep surging toward that light you have a chance of dealing with fate.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

secondhanddreampoet
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4 posted 2013-06-22 10:30 PM


powerfully interesting and emotive 'write!'

I, for one, certainly wouldn't have the ability to write
this type of work even if I had half-past forever to try.

EmmaRose
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5 posted 2013-06-22 11:05 PM


your poem and poetry seems to hit me in that spot of reminder that we are all helplessly human, but we have anchors as well if we are smart enough to use them
Honeybunch
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6 posted 2013-06-23 01:56 AM


Hi Jerry - Well, I guess that's it.  Another's love is just like ash that we can so easily "spit out" and carry on with perhaps not much appreciation for what it actually was.  At some time or other we're all guilty of that in the growing up process so at the end of the day so very much to slam the door on.  

Bruce - Thank you. As much as we are all the same we're still different so perhaps to stand firm in who and how we are and too our own writing styles is a good thing.  Someone once tried to change my story telling into poetry but it didn't work.  We are who we are and we write as we do - and I for one like how you write.

Thank you, Emma.  Yes, many anchors and thankfully we do have the ability to choose.

Helen

    

BluesSerenade
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7 posted 2013-06-23 12:47 PM


Your inspiration/methaphors are tied together so perfectly.  Life is challenging  at best but you seem to rise to the accasion every time.  

Enjoyed your thoughts Helen.

Your last verse is spot on.  

JerryPat2
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8 posted 2013-06-23 02:03 PM


I didn't say what you said I said. You said, "Another's love is just like ash that we can so easily "spit out."

What I said was . . . "I always managed to spit them out and carry on." I never anywhere in my comments said that it was easy. You made me sound like a hard-hearted man.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Michael
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9 posted 2013-06-23 02:49 PM


The things we burden ourselves in life with can become entirely cumbersome, and lost love is definitely one of the hardest things to let go of that we hang on to for no good reason.  Your eyes are looking forward, and the release you seek and/or fear is approaching.  I think it will be a joyous thing for you to embrace once you're there.

Michael

Honeybunch
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10 posted 2013-06-23 03:50 PM


Thank you, Bluesy!  I think I do sometimes "come of the tracks" with my stories but somewhere in the midst thereof is what I need to know.

Jerry - I didn't mean for you to take my comment personally.  I have in my lifetime been the cause of another having to burn their love to ash without much appreciation of the trauma involved.  I now know better.  The poem was perhaps just writing out what I've come to know.  Please accept my apologies for inadvertently wording my comment in such a way as to make you think it was a personal attack.  Far from it.  Friends?

Michael - Thanks for reading and for commenting.  I'm getting pretty good at dismissing those cumbersome things one is inclined to carry around but admit to thinking about the times when I was "burdened".  Lost love (if there such a thing be) in the grand scheme of things and energetically may hurt the one who turned away more than the "victim" (for lack of a better word) when that victim  finally burns it to ash.  I do appreciate the good intent of your comment but, hey, I'm okay.  

Helen


JerryPat2
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11 posted 2013-06-23 04:07 PM


Friends? Of course. Never was anything other. I took your words a little too personally I guess. I, too apologize. 'Tis over. Done with.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Honeybunch
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12 posted 2013-06-23 04:10 PM


Good!  Thanks.
Marchmadness
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13 posted 2013-06-24 05:07 AM


Kudos from another inept gyspy gal , Helen.
                                       Ida

Honeybunch
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14 posted 2013-06-24 08:06 AM


Thanks, Ida, but don't forget that ... greatness awaits.   
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