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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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WASHED UP LOST 10 February 2001 Silence slips into moon shadows and thought fish swim in shapeless circles through forest coral and the last firefly message is swallowed by black death and emptiness pervades the darkness. FORLORN 15 February 2001 The storm lily lies broken and forgotten and the bootprints lead away, away ……. and the wind calls and the rain haze caresses my eyelids and I lift my face into the underside of the green river stone. GONE 15 February 2001 I look for you in my dark night trees, I listen for your sleepy breathing next to me in the crickets’ song, I reach for your warm arm embrace on your pillow in the frozen hours, I hear your voice softly in my ear, melodious and low on the sunlit hill of long ago or was it yesterday? I touch your thoughts flowing through mine, and the knife turns, and I gasp and sit up, but my legs won’t walk. TALK 15 February 2001 … the river has stopped flowing … … there are bootprints on my mind … … and the blue mists on the hills have spread .… … and the castle walls block out the sun … and the talk has died. REQUIEM 16 February 2001 I stand at my bedroom window and gaze into the secret life of my night forest. And my soul seeps deep into the tree shapes dark, and, sadly and low, I hear it singing. REGRET 16 February 2001 I wanted to give you the promise of newborn light pouring in delicate streams into our early morning forest. I wanted to give you the kiss of sparkling day branches filled with the celebration of bird song from the heart. I wanted to give you the golden glow of late afternoon leaves bathed in glory. But most of all I wanted to give you the peace of moonlit trees standing guard over your sleeping form. THE UNKNOWN 20 February 2001 Glimpses of hidden mysteries, golden glow promised land, lashing thunderstorms, rush for a cave. If you take my hand we can face the wonder and the onslaught together. Owl |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Good grief. This is really talented poetry. ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!" |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Your talent is boundless, Poetess. This is a keeper for sure. Ida |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
excellent imagery ... a profoundly emotive, personal 'write'! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Garapan. Giggles at your reaction. Ida, you are too kind. Thank you so much. Thank you, Bruce. This was about a boyfriend who was far too young for me (my previous and subsequent self-imposed rule was no more than 2 years younger than me) – so it was probably a good thing that it didn’t work out. Owl |
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