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The sun rises high
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The sun rises high |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Quickly and spry the sun rises high on the earth’s cattle pound of sheep and on all the squares and triangles trying to fit into little round holes. From north to south the shore has moved and the sea has lost boundaries and over there in the east a would-be tree is only a half-meter high but it thinks it has time to grow like me on the wayside of soul. In the center a field of heavenly things ringed by the easy way round and on this road people like toads hop and croak, hop and croak, all day in playful mood and, oh, so at ease because of no wish to believe the fields aren’t full of eternal relief for cavorting noise making fools. Underground are the rivers and roots redirected off course, of course because when caught in a whirlwind romance no one goes straight to the core except when the channel’s already been dug deep into a soul’s history. The sun rises up and I am ‘flung dung’ on a heap and pile of manure to be heated and tossed until like dark moss I’m creeping along the ground looking for the water, the water, of that ‘gone missing’ sea of me … and that’s the way it always will be when the shore removes boundaries! 28 December 2005 (And tomorrow's another day) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I have no idea what you're talking about but then that's part of this poetic license that we all embrace. However, I do know that this is well written and it took me on a trip. Eric |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
 Well, Eric, you know what they say - seek and you will find .. but maybe not this time and for that I apologize. It sure is a crazy mixed up world. Glad you enjoyed the trip though. |
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