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Lost Scattered Mind |
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Sunshine
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Lost Scattered Mind Once the gray begins to recede, once that happens the argument begins, Moral and Rancid finding ways to belittle, uphold Old Gooseberry, quite literally, two voices banging strident and my head aches as they volley retorts back and forth, back and forth… She will write of white silk clinging to tree arms, how they look warm… until Old Gooseberry leaves behind the Cold kiss and there it is again… the beautiful moment, erased as if it never existed, by a mere thought… Oh, she will write of beautiful, but sees the honesty of life, feels the heartbreak of loss, even though she declines to weep… oh, it will catch up with her, eventually… I admire her strength… That’s when Silence takes over, drowning Old Gooseberry’s companions into oblivion and the duller, darker gray returns hoping to shield until healing begins and in the Silence, that is when the tree arms are warm, with white silk dripping wet before the freeze, that is when the cavern sounds clear their call, knowing where warm hearts wait in healing, beckoning come and the lost scattered mind hears them, their calm quiet warm heartbeat sounds of here, where you can cry and no one will know… I will hold you with Silence, and Warmth, and bear you into tomorrow, when the gray will recede once again into blue, and rainbows will be found under the Sun… even in the dead of winter… where all is natural as it should be… It is then the third voice of Sanity whispers and I crawl to the cavern of Knowledge to heal. ~*~ (c) KRJ 11-29-04 " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
A battle within can be the catalyst which frees the soul or it can deep six all restraint. Old Gooseberry spawned from Hades is a formidable foe in this tug of war. Although I feel you have written in a personal vein that I am not aware of by the mere fact that this is an old poem, I understand the pull and tug of inner arguments. Intolerant people are the people who do not believe the way we want them to, which makes us intolerant by default.—July 26, 2010 |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Ah, those voices, you can never really drown them out completely. I adore these lines: quote: Enjoyed. -Trina |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I read the players and I ache. Hang on to the trees warm with white silk. Owl |
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The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
Those voices sure can be strong. ometimes even hard to fight. I really enjoyed the read!!!  When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
It may be about a tug of war but you write it and it becomes a ballet of words. Lori |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you, poets. Jerry, life, indeed, is a battle... Trina, no dear, they can never be drowned entirely...until, I believe, the very end, and then? well, it's anyone's guess... Diana? Tenaciously, dear, tenactiously! Julie...you are so right! Lori...just wait until tomorrow night! |
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