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Sunday Story (for old time's sake)
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Sunday Story (for old time's sake) |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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It’s been many a day since stories were told of how the young and the old passed each other midway for the old held their secrets sealed up inside and the young too excited forgot to ask why. The old went up, the young went down and landed, I bet, in the middle of town and so it was done, God loved everyone, but he too had secrets locked up inside in case the young refused to become pawns on the everyday board of his inexplicable plan. So to children he gave only half of a brain, the other half buried too deep to be found, and he watched and he waited, smiled, cried in pain, but always believed they’d come home again. Life was good for little children unable to see above their head height and the maneuvers and movements of perceived adulthood of no consequence in their frantic rush to quickly grow up. The children then grew new hairstyles and frowns and walked in the shadow of their former selves while the adults tried hard to remember the rules and find again the meaning of life hidden somewhere beyond failing eyesight. Some found it, they did, and smiled for awhile until a spider came down and frightened it out. Some thought it was cool to rule like a fool while others refused to accept a new view and they all together as one became old. The children now older but not yet too old changed the face of the earth as they’re prone to do and made everything ready and waiting for a brand new intake of young. And these young ones passed the old on the way but not once in the passing did they exchange views or offer advice and it’s a bother to me why they weren’t ever told that they would land here with a part missing from brain. I think it’s the middle between the two sides where secrets are kept like treasures unfound but it could be the top, the bottom, the sides, because wisdom, you know, moves around all the time - and through time and with time. And if I should pass the young on the way I too won’t speak for I wouldn’t know how until I have landed in some other place and grown a new style in accordance with mind. I maybe have found a miniscule part of that half of my brain hidden somewhere down deep but, yes, that’s right, a spider came down and frightened it out. The spider’s name? I’m surprised that you’ve asked because, of course, we all call it “life”! Helen [This message has been edited by Honeybunch (02-27-2006 01:09 AM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen It's so good to see your Sunday Story again! Ya know...down deep is where most everything you write comes from and I for one, think you are amazing...profound and wise! I wrote a poem once called, Where is the Spider?...your spider reminded me of it.. I can email it to you if you'd like.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, I'd like thanks Martie. Going deep into dreamland now but would love to read it in the morning. "Deep" isn't such a good thing sometimes but perhaps it just comes naturally and I'd hate to interfere with nature.  |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your Sunday stories are a wonder and your thoughts are ever so keen and perseptive. In your wisdom you reach across the oceans and touch a place deep inside of me. Now you have me in tears. There is so much beauty in your words, as they are a reflection of Gods ultimate plan and the miracle that is life. Bless you, Lady Sunday~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Oh, dear Bluesy, now I'm also crying! Tears are a mixture of so many things that no scientist could ever hope to define them. It's no wonder then that those who cry always ask themselves why what can't be known won't remain in soul far away from the brim of an eye - sigh. Look after yourself!  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Wonderful piece Helen. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I think I missed this the first go round. Seems quite right I'd read it now...lol. Loved it, you wise woman, you! A bunch of hugs are on the way....airmail, of course!...jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Kate - thank you so much for the read. Much appreciated. Jo - thanks. Just nothing like a hug in the whole wide world! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Good prose poems -- well-written and intentionally done -- are so very hard to find..... Thank you for this. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Ed. Your comment is certainly most appreciated. I'm on my way up but I'm not sure whether I know very much more than when I came down - I mean, in love we come and in love we go. What's inbetween is perhaps not of much importance in the grand scheme of life. |
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