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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-11-19 02:02 AM

The tale begins
praying for darkness to light,
a birthday surprise
of what isn’t there
in the pit of a soul.

Glistening rain
a fluid motion
like yesterday’s need
always until
I smile over at you
to feel like love is real.

Numb is my reason
daydreaming your words
time into now,
a flashback
and resistance is futile
until the day I die.

I am sweet mercy,
you are you
when the killing stops.
What’s next,
passion’s play forever
in the heat of desire
or teardrops from heaven?

Alone beyond a wandering mind
all along the waterfront
this special woman,
the moss of your hands,
spirit of the owl,
gliding light
upon the leaf’s multiplication,
and healer,
tracing circles past
naked.

Your nights will soon be warm,
gypsy man.
I see the forest
and an oasis in real space
standing in the light
on the road to life
and we’re a day away
from that yesterday.

Two lovers and a setting sun;
I’m glad you’ve come my way
visions of sea and shells
alright with me
but catch me if you can.

Tiny pebbles,
tiny pink perfection
on the periphery
of spring sprung
as fragrant flowers fell
and I love September
but let me in south shore
of November dusk
where broken but not lost
your touch
when the rain comes
whispers in the night
your fullness.

So … this is what angels look like
floating on silk
like the eyes of a woman
(she calls them “tools”)
waiting on a wish
seemingly lost
in blue skies.

Another mile, a different time,
on mountain ledge
of sacred circle
love’s empathy,
my warps and curves,
white stones
in the scheme of things.

In the ease of after-play,
a sprinkle of fantasy
flexing vivid recall,
think of me
too good for this world
of solitary confinement,
organized religion,
and that which makes something
what it is …
but skip it
for fate persists
in this maze I like to call life.

Cello at midnight,
the music in you
and the parts that remain,
like a wet suit
over the cotton candy
of my depression
when I wish I had a friend
but we shall overcome
reading poetry and art
never needing to understand
that day we all remember.

Still she sings,
“My darling, my shining star,
awaken the sleeping giant
to love’s eternal kiss
and dazzle me
with your heavenly dance”
as silently she waits …
but such is beauty
of the seed of courage.

What if, before the save
unseen demons laughing
bring time tearing away
at the perfection of being
and cherished dreamers
sit up and be still?

The mind forever young
at the source of shadow
there beyond and back again
has no clouded view
of inner darkness
and even I
through desert rain
know all things come from dreams –
thoughts this day for sale
a penny a mile,
but it matters not
I lost my heart today
counting on your thoughts.

At the tone the time will be
just for today
the merest hint
of a short story
for the shadow knows
an abstract sea of thought
changing nothing but the words
the voice of madness
in the slow clearing
of times to remember.

Memories, a fallen feather
from broken wings
and a weary traveler on nights like this.
Alone I feel pacifist despair.
Life hurts but I thank you thrice
for the stir and whisper
of chance meeting
and these moments of bliss
recalled.

(To be continued) Hmm? Did I say it was a “sleeping pill”?

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2004-11-19 04:58 AM

Many many wonderful metaphorical expressions.
A very enjoyable read. However, I'm not sure I understand it all but maybe I'm not supposed to? That's OK too.

Eric

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2004-11-19 07:10 AM

I think you've created a poetic monster of a muse, m'dear...it's so charming to see how you are weaving these titles together to creat their own poetic music...

and it's quite a tribute to all of the poets who put themselves into their work.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2004-11-20 12:07 PM

how'd I miss these? wow! I'm impressed!

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

4 posted 2004-11-20 02:53 PM

"for fate persists
in this maze I like to call life."

You truly weave through the maze in grand style, Helen!

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

5 posted 2004-11-20 03:58 PM

Dixie - Thanks. I think life demands that we "miss things" because if we really knew what was around us ... well, 2 things - we'd giggle ourselves to the grave or simply withdraw from the insignificant,

Thank you dear Jo for popping in. Life is but a weave and we poor humans must sew all the ends in.

*Alli4000*

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since 2004-03-21

Posts 3188
The World of Poetry

6 posted 2004-11-20 06:09 PM

I think you do really have the longest poem ever!!! lol!

~Alli~

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Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

7 posted 2004-11-20 08:19 PM

Bravo - Bravo - am waiting with held breath-

Susan

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

Copperbell
Senior Member

since 2003-11-08

Posts 956

8 posted 2004-11-21 11:57 AM

I read them all; what a neat idea! I can't imagine how long that must have took.

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

9 posted 2004-11-23 03:21 PM

Jeez, what patience, hehe

and i'm loving it.

So I'm now looking for part 8

Maree.

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

10 posted 2004-11-23 03:30 PM

Thank you, Maree, for reading. Glad you've enjoyed them. The final episode is lurking around somewhere - not called Part 8 but "final". It was fun and most relaxing.

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

11 posted 2004-11-23 03:46 PM

You are doing a masterful job of weaving them all together into an amazing and coherent poem!

EA

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

12 posted 2004-11-23 04:33 PM

Wow, this is amazing! You say it was fun for you and fun it is for us, but there is a lot of talent displayed here!
Love, Margherita

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