Story of a Monkey (It's Sunday again)

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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-08-08 12:16 PM

Armed with appeal I hacked a path
through life’s thick underbrush,
a seeker and a searcher
of ideas to kill, thoughts to cull,
opinions to define,
and a stance to take
when facing to the sea.

I did it all with no remorse
till tired I planted trees
to swing the monkey, me, you see,
above stone footprints old
and too inflexible
for the wearer of new shoes.

And I flung my body, hands, and feet,
into reality
with heart and soul left back home
to suffer, plead, beg, cry,
for me to follow olden trails
and not fly through the sky.

But it was great and wonderful,
free and weightless in the air
gliding like a bird in flight
in search of nourishment
and I lit the freedom flame
each and every night.

And then a happening,
the flame dropped down to ground
and begat unto itself a family of fire
to incinerate my hold
on tenuous foundations.

Without a tree the monkey, me,
plays on merry-go-rounds
jumping always green to red
till pleasure filled I pause
to ask of no one, anyone,
“Who keeps alive my heart and soul
at that place called “home?”

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

1 posted 2004-08-08 02:03 PM

This carries a lot of weight-- I like its descriptive tone and the metaphors used. Much enjoyed.

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

2 posted 2004-08-08 03:23 PM

Thank you very much Susan. Glad you enjoyed.

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

3 posted 2004-08-08 03:41 PM

Helen, you already have that answer. Great write. A masterwork. I loved the rhythm, rhyme and metaphors. Joining the Helen shelf in my library.

....jo

EagleScorpion
Senior Member

since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

4 posted 2004-08-09 02:00 PM

hey monkey....

where you been?

this lonely spiral I've been in...

hey monkey...

when can we begin?

hey monkey where you been?

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

5 posted 2004-08-10 11:24 PM

Armed with appeal I hacked a path
through life’s thick underbrush,
a seeker and a searcher
of ideas to kill, thoughts to cull,
opinions to define,
and a stance to take
when facing to the sea.

I did it all with no remorse
till tired I planted trees
to swing the monkey, me, you see,
above stone footprints old
and too inflexible
for the wearer of new shoes.

I only wish I could say I did it all without remorse or new shoes!

The truth in your words astounds me and so often keeps me grounded.

If you only knew Helen! Thank you for this, lady Sunday.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

6 posted 2004-08-11 12:31 PM

Hi, Bluesy - Perhaps I do know because I nearly added "for Bluesy" to the title. Just remember that all things pass. Take care and thanks.

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