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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-09-16 08:57 AM


Down at the tip of the southern shore
where the sea always flows as before
the eyes of a searcher look far ahead
but soon unwillingly return once again
to the base of her very own feet.

No grain of sand is exempted from
the eternal movement of life’s restlessness
and she is now anchored and firmly implanted  
at the point before she so longed for more.

Small puddles of water felt but unseen
gather together like a minority group
in fear of the onset of more disregard
from the high and most powerful
will of a mind.  

The sun remains full and quite unperturbed,
the sky like a model changes colours of blue,
and the clouds simply hang unaware and distant
as a means of remaining in ignorance.  

The wind once still introduces itself  
and makes a wild statement of its own importance  
in attempts to distract and topple to ground
the seriousness of the searcher’s quest.  

And the eyes of the searcher flutter then close
on the view she perceived beyond the horizon
to assist in the machinations of fate
and allow for the twist she now has to make.

Her movements are slow, tired to the bone
of constantly turning north, east, and west,
always searching and needing a good place to rest
her beginnings and endings and in betweens.

The next step like tomorrow lies in a heat haze
and shimmers with mirth till she too has to laugh
and she does right there into clear air
and the eyes of a woman standing quite near.

But the nameless woman older than she
remains in the shadows of insightful dreams  
knotting and unknotting the cords of a rope
in the hope that soon she can fold it away
and know love has reclaimed its rightful place.  

Two women together will one day recall
that day at the tip of the southern shore
but until then the searcher turns, turns again,
while time runs away to the far corners of earth!

[This message has been edited by Honeybunch (09-16-2004 12:29 PM).]

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LeeJ
Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296

1 posted 2004-09-16 09:10 AM


each line was tremendous, and edge of your seat for the reader, but this I liked the most

Small puddles of water felt but unseen
gather together like a minority group
in fear of the onset of more disregard
from by the high and most powerful
will of a mind.  

and intense read...very much enjoyed!

DavePage
Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917

2 posted 2004-09-16 11:35 AM


One seeking, one knowing

Well worth the read

dave

Startime55
Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148
Alberta, Canada
3 posted 2004-09-16 11:46 AM


A story woven with such reality that the reader can see clearly each woman and almost read their thoughts...Beautiful writing...

Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049
California
4 posted 2004-09-16 11:46 AM


Helen

I feel my own search in this poem....thank  you!  

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115
South Africa
5 posted 2004-09-16 12:22 PM


Thank you all so much for reading and commenting.  Certainly much appreciated.
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