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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-02-19 03:59 PM

Such are the times and I can’t decide
suffer peaceful remains day into night,
ride highways to death bound ignorant,
or hunt in the forest of different beliefs.

In a moment like this my lifetime recalls
times of the truth known each one and all
but fallacy, dream, or a wishful scheme
tickles the ends of twisted brain lengths.

Echoes of laughter from within or above
encircle then stop at the point of pure love
like a vehicle on wheels at a traffic light
waits for a sign to proceed on ahead.

I could be slightly angled sideways
unaware of the message flashing today
till impatiently moved by upcoming views
I go forward before I’m even in gear.

And so we arrive maybe somewhat coerced
unsure of the route or how to reverse
but we’re here or we’re there and free to explore
or remain unaware on dusty farm roads.

Such are the times of life’s mystery ride;
stop, look, and listen, but who really decides?

Helen

Grover
Senior Member

since 2004-01-27

Posts 1967
London, ON, Canada

1 posted 2004-02-19 05:07 PM

Original. Flows nice and well written. Great images and metaphors, "Echoes of laughter from within or above
encircle then stop at the point of pure love." Grover.

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

2 posted 2004-02-19 05:16 PM

methinks you ask the question that thinking peoples have asked perhaps since time began...how much of my own life do I really have control over?...maybe we will never know...we only know the tragedies and the triumphs...the winners and the losers...and perhaps those who get out of the race altogether...excellent write...your piece makes the reader ponder weighty matters

Ravenwolfvoyager
Member

since 2003-12-25

Posts 326

3 posted 2004-02-19 07:01 PM

Such are the times of life’s mystery ride;
stop, look, and listen, but who really decides?

It is so true Helen, I ponder this mystery all the time. Beautifully related and layered very well. Exceleent work Helen. Thank you.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

4 posted 2004-02-19 11:45 PM

Thanks to all for your kind comments. Yes, we ponder these weighty matters but to what end, I wonder. We will never know the answer but perhaps it's enough that we merely ask the question. Meanwhile there's life and we just get on with it as best we can.

icebox
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

5 posted 2004-02-20 09:25 AM

We ponder these things because every once in a while we can find little bits of bigger answers.

Great poem Hellen, thanks for sharing it!

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

6 posted 2004-02-20 10:38 AM

Thanks icebox! I just seem to find bigger questions and no answers except those I devise to satisfy myself. I guess that's enough - all I'm likely to get in any event.

Martie

Moderator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

7 posted 2004-02-20 11:03 AM

Helen

I think those who have the most questions already know many of the answers...like you. Always so much thought and wisdom in your poetry...I appreciate you sharing it.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

8 posted 2004-02-20 02:54 PM

Thanks, Martie. I'm not too sure about the "wisdom" bit but I think I will get there one day - not sure which lifetime though.

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