Open Poetry #41 |
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The heat of summer |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
When the heat of summer hits the skin like a lazar beam from hell it’s only spirit love converting unseen tears into the visible. But what is this just seasonal? I’m no fool to now believe love has times and seasons but I know it has a reason for forcing out the hidden. Water, water, then and now; rivers, streams, combined with me flowing still and always to the state in which I’m meant to be. From love and then back unto love yet human action ne’er begets the taste and touch of evermore when minds like sewers dirty turn blind eyes to the knowing. Look, look, and know I know there’s double now the feel in me bringing back the memories of a summer in release of the pent-up, chained, confined, awesome love of mind! Helen / 4 January 2007 |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
it’s only spirit love converting unseen tears into the visible. love your words~~ as always M |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks M. I think that sometimes what we cannot see is pretty active in our lives - seems that way to me at any rate. Happy 2008! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
bringing back the memories of a summer in release of the pent-up, chained, confined, awesome love of mind! Dear Helen, you bless us with some truly awesome lines here. Beautiful! Love, Margherita ![]() |
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Magnus![]() ![]()
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thanx Helen, much enjoyed a pleasant read. |
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