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Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29
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South Africa

0 posted 2008-07-03 12:35 PM


‘tis in the winter years of life
that women bear the brunt of fear
for this my land, South Africa,
disdainful looks upon the age
and blends a one who used to fly
into the colour of four walls.

With such a pallor who can know
she holds within more than we know
but, tut-tut-tut, it matters not
when life turns sour and rots the gut.

The late to bed rise early, see
in hopes of cleansing all the fear
and to work the needful magic
that staples lips to cheeks
in a most appealing smile.

And ‘tis this smile that holds aloft
the spark that ignites memory
and so she stumbles back, back, back,
into the days when love held sway.

Too brief that time to make amends
for he who turned and walked away
and so maybe blue a better hue
to merge and blend into.

The sky is blue and she’s aware
one day she’ll re-play happiness
and perceive the snap and tear
as an inconsequential mishap.

Not yet that day and so she thinks
stick to her lighter shade of cream
and live as best the in between
without a trace of memory!

Helen / 3 July 2008


© Copyright 2008 Helen - All Rights Reserved
Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California
1 posted 2008-07-03 01:40 AM


This is sad, Helen, especially for an old broad like me. To bad we can't all band together like a gang of old ladies and draw red and purple grafitti all over town and raise hell until we earn some respect. Hey,
that felt pretty good!
                                Ida

Honeybunch
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2 posted 2008-07-03 01:44 AM


Oh, but Ida we do it in the mind do we not?     I guess 4.00 am is a sad time until the magic!  Thanks so much for reading.

Helen

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia
3 posted 2008-07-03 07:00 AM


Helen.. lovely Helen.. your words mesmerize me ...a beautiful gifting.. love RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

XGarapanX
Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435
Antarctica
4 posted 2008-07-03 09:26 AM


Strangely, I felt for the subject(s) in this poem. I say that when you get together and cut loose on the town, mob a few unsuspecting guys while you are at it. Rip their shirts off and teach them the "fear", lol!

·´~`·­»Garapan«­·´~`·

Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29
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South Africa
5 posted 2008-07-03 12:17 PM


Thank you so much, Roniece.  Glad you enjoyed my 4.00 am ponderings.
Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
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South Africa
6 posted 2008-07-03 12:22 PM


Brett you make me smile!  I wouldn't want to rip the shirts off criminals because I'd rather stay miles and miles away from them.  I can perhaps think of the ripping with regards to a particular someone but that's all it is - just thinking between the walls.  Thanks for the read and for your comment.  Oh, and the smile didn't need staples.  
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