Open Poetry #40 |
The acquisition trail |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Winter sings a mournful song to the scrunch of every leaf trodden on by humankind along the acquisition trail. The trail is long and winding from inception unto closure and the “got to have” a drive inbred behind the eyes until the cold, cold, air of winter permeates the bones with a sadness reminiscent of a lover’s empty arms. And life like a circus tent awaits the make of love to attract the curious because inside the deep within lies the amazing magic of perfected balancing. People love and money love but the throw, catch, hold, of both the exulted state of balanced harmony still yet to come of age. Winter sings a mournful song and the scrunch, scrunch, scrunch, goes on and on and on! Helen / 12 June 2007 |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Honey, this gave me chills...fantastic write but very sad... |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
beautiful, truly. love this piece. |
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RogueandPoet Member
since 2007-06-04
Posts 126Oregon |
Great poem and a wonderful sentiment. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks everyone for your replies and, LeeJ, yes, it is sad when money becomes more important than people - some just don't know when enough is enough. |
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