Open Poetry #40 |
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My place above the plains |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
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When the breath is shallow and new days beget a sigh the place that I believe in sinks despairingly into a heartless construct of muscle, fat, and bone. And when I think I have it all explosions rack the love until to dust the bricks, mortar, of intuitive insight. Very well to say; days have many ways and breath unbidden enters soul’s ready-made capacity to see the beauty that is you and my place rises up again intensely visible. This is my castle, home, fortress, too high above the plains of life for you to sit and sup with me today, tomorrow, on unto the mental twist and shake of what surely must await. I told you all I could and more but when I looked behind I saw you’d walked away in the middle of my sentence. To not know or see, feel, believe, fuels the fire that lays to ash the trail once mapped and laid to my place above the plains! Helen / 16 June 2007 |
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Member Seraphic
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intense write...I liked this ![]() |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks so much, Susan. |
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