Open Poetry #41 |
The sages say |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A state of bliss prevails, so the sages say, when two minds perform as one but, ha-ha-ha, the joker, life, twists truth into a knot and drapes the dangling bits and bobs over one minuscule part of who we are inside. Thus I walk as one unique comfortable in what’s been taught until the knot deemed safe, secure, loosens bit by bit and mixes up my mind with yours and mine with mine besides. So then of this conglomerate, the still waters of a mind, how does it feel to be denied and thought as nought inside? Let me tell you it’s a fickle thing like that joker, life, itself from sway and ripple softly so to raging floods inside that tips the sane and sanest into a loving mind. Love me tender, love me fierce, but sages say no peace prevails when shrouded head to toe in only the meaningless dangling bits and bobs! Helen / 22 July 2007 |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Oh my, this aches of reality's cruel moments, when two who are as one begin to unravel at the seams. But it ended in a fine write! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi Midnitesun (love that username by the way) - more likely the one that is as two is coming undone because the rarity of two being as one perhaps can never truly come undone. My shoelaces unravel though but that's just a "ghost" telling me that I'm not going anywhere so I don't need shoes. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
always a treasure, your poems glad they are here within the blue sea |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks so much, Dixie. I love "the blue" whether it be sea, sky, or pages! |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Yes, I must agree, your poems are always a treasure!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"So then of this conglomerate, the still waters of a mind, how does it feel to be denied and thought as nought inside?" But we have hope. We must have hope. JL Blessed are those who are generous, because they feed the poor. |
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