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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Dreamers in the daylight hours close eyes as if to pray but of prayer it goes a-wandering over hills and dales like searchers for the truth look to find the shade in the garden of soul. The blooms are there of roses, me, but the honey bees appear to suck from in the goodness out and leave a false veneer. In a corner by the garden wall laid brick upon each brick a sapling from the mother tree branches out to foreign tricks and learns the art of hiding fear till hope a dry and brittle stick drops haphazardly to ground. Night falls like a snake attacks to lay a body low and throb within the temples the pain of how to grow. Day to night the dreamers know the blooms and fools all die but gardens birth and rebirth for the sake of that simpleton, life twisting and turning, moulding, re-moulding, the most pliable human mind … and the snake merely grins a so wicked grin! Helen / 6 December 2005 |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"The blooms are there of roses, me, but the honey bees appear to suck from in the goodness out and leave a false veneer." Oh, I like that..and also the rest of the poem.....  I very much like poetry that connects the human spirit, by metaphor and simile, to physical,natural subjects..If that line exists at all, It is extremely fine...I easily cross it everyday of my life... Thank you for this fine read this morning,Honey-B... _____________ice ><> |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Dear ice, there is such a strong and sturdy line between all things living that it would astound us all. They speak, you know, those natural things like trees and roses, me, but most times we cannot hear and maybe aren't meant to. Be that as it may, I still listen and like you cross the line. Thank you so much for the read. Take care - lines can trip one up. Helen |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Dreamers in the daylight hours close eyes as if to pray but of prayer it goes a-wandering over hills and dales like searchers for the truth look to find the shade in the garden of soul. beautifully written.... my train of thought today~~ M |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Wonderfully expressed and no matter what I keep dreaming Hope |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Dreamers in the daylight hours close eyes as if to pray but of prayer it goes a-wandering over hills and dales like searchers for the truth look to find the shade in the garden of soul. oh I loved that, rings music to my ears... and this.... In a corner by the garden wall laid brick upon each brick a sapling from the mother tree branches out to foreign tricks and learns the art of hiding fear till hope a dry and brittle stick drops haphazardly to ground. the devil will sell a lake of truth to disguise one pt. of poison. Day to night the dreamers know the blooms and fools all die but gardens birth and rebirth for the sake of that simpleton, life twisting and turning, moulding, re-moulding, the most pliable human mind … and the snake merely grins a so wicked grin! while we continue to mould and re mould Lady your quit onto something... Tea? One sugar or two? Amazing write...now, lets share what we know...?  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you M, Hope, and LeeJ for the read. Oh, and LeeJ - One so very perceptive lady should know I don't take sugar ... in tea but the sugar of insight you so profoundly display on these blue pages like an addiction and I'm addicted. Sadly I don't know anything - just feel things and we know how unreliable that can be. But put the kettle on! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Dear Dreamer, may your garden be in a perpetual state of rebirth! Helen, your poetry is deep, profound, stirring ~ and always a delight to read and experience!  Hugs with love, Linda |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
The cycle, never said better. Excellent write, dear friend!  ....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jo. Perhaps peace comes with the knowing of repeating cycles but I'm still waiting. Linda - sorry for not acknowledging your comment - life has a way of sidetracking one from the ... good and meaningful. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Beautiful, Honeybunch. I hope James reads this as it was very calming after his heart-wrenching poem about his mother's death. In fact, as he probably isn't in to reading much of his own accord today, I am going to go back to his poem and suggest that he reads yours. - Owl |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Diana. The journey from turmoil to calm isn't an easy one. I sometimes have to read my own "stuff" to remind myself. If this can be of help to James at this time, then I've done a little good out there and that's always a wonderful reward. |
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