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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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ESCAPE 5 October 2012 For half an hour in the sun today she dipped into her book while her dog did lizard patrol at the speed of bouncing, barking light and her cat worshipped the sun in closed-eye bliss and the bird song around her flowed into the story and she slipped into the part of the heroine of yore as easily as into a silk gown or a long-loved poem or a silvered sonata tinkled on the piano she had loved since she was seven - and the rest of the story’s characters took on the faces and voices of her oldest friends. What comfort there is in those with whom you share bad, sad and glad, sifting the chaff and keeping the grain. At the end of the chapter, she dutifully stopped, but paused a while before answering the call of her work drawing her inside and back to the twenty-first century. She turned her open book upside down on her lap, not yet ready to slip in the bookmark that one of her children had made for her when they were very, very young. She needed a moment to wander out of the story and into the sunshine and to reclaim her own name and to package the slow-paced richness of her story-book meanderings breathed into her casket of treasures softly this Saturday. Owl |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This is a wonder in rich emotions, Owl. Descriptive to the nth, and absolutely warm to the touch. quote: Yessss . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Diana, you are writing at such an incredible level.. there's a timelessness in their feeling and they should be published for all the world to marvel in i know i would purchase a copy and it would be treasured  |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
grand-fine "slice of life" write with wonderful expression of the many transcendental and restorative joys of reading as well! |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Captivating, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hi diana, you shared so much in these words, the atmosphere is outstanding and the scene very attractive and emotional, evreything has its place and everyone can relate to the images, the reading, the animals, the feelings and the book (i wonder which book it is ) have a nice sunday |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Jerry. I am glad you felt it so well. Thank you, Richy, for loving and treasuring my poetry. You are very kind. Smiles. Strangely, although I wouldn’t have a problem with publishing prose, I don’t want to publish any of my poetry. My daughter-in-law threatened to publish it after my death, and I threatened to haunt her if she did, lol! There are lots of reasons why I don’t want to – some that I suspect I haven’t yet taken the time to identify, but some that I know – mostly, I think, because I prefer to read my poetry aloud to my victim audience, because, with the exception of a handful of visually formatted poetry, poetry is a living breathing, passionate thing, to be read aloud, and to nurture a bond between reader and audience, for the duration of the poem. Thank you, Bruce, for your kind words. Yes, reading is a joy. Thank you Kat (meows and purrs from mine to yours), for finding my poem captivating. I am honoured. Thank you, Yann for living my poem so beautifully. The book I am re-reading is “The Woodlanders” by Thomas Hardy. My favourite part is where he quotes Edmund Gosse’s exquisitely sensitive poem: If I forget, The salt creek may forget the ocean; If I forget The heart whence flowed my heart’s bright notion, May I sink meanlier than the worst, Abandoned, outcast, crushed, accurst - If I forget. Though you forget, No word of mine shall mar your pleasure; Though you forget - You filled my barren life with treasure; You may withdraw the gift you gave, You still are queen, I still am slave, Though you forget. - Edmund Gosse Of course, the word “queen” is interchangeable with “king”. I believe Edmund Gosse would take it as a compliment for readers to make that substitution to identify with his poem, where applicable. You have a lovely Sunday too, Yann. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
It is wnderful to get lost in a good book and even better when you write about it so beautifully. Ida |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
not much I can say that hasn't already been said above ... loved the write my friend, and agree with all the others... j. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Ida. You always say such lovely things. Yes, living so many vicarious lives, deep inside a book produces so many wonderful experiences. Since my grandson lent me The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini earlier this year, I have been MAKING moments during my too busy days to sneak in for reading again. Thank you, Jimmy, for enjoying it. Owl |
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