Open Poetry #43 |
Beneath a tree |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Beneath a tall imposing tree sits a woman just like me in contemplative wait for a beginning or an end. She could draw a line if on the sea shore or get to the other side if paddling her canoe but beneath a tall imposing tree what can she really do? So she sits there just like me thinking on “hello/goodbye” and how the two are joined in love’s eternal sphere until the snap and tear and one or other disappears. Down from the sky or from a woman’s mind that fateful word “goodbye” like snow to chill the bones and she freezes up in situ. Where is the moon? It’s not up above to shine down a hello when it’s needed most and she suffers through goodbye determined not to cry. But beneath a tall imposing tree what can she really do except sit and contemplate and calculate how many goodbye’s can fit into the love sphere of a frozen woman beneath a tall imposing tree. Too many to count and she passes out to sleep through the moon’s hello that nightly re-appears until morning breaks the sphere and sun again burns goodbye into a woman’s mind! Helen / 3 September 2008 |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Honey, may today and all of your tomorrows be rife with wonderful "Hellos" and no tearful "Good-byes". You are a fine poetess. I always feel your words. Love Linda |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi Linda - Believe me when I say that I feel them too so I'm going to pass out and sleep it away - hopefully. Love Helen |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fantastic...James |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you so much, James. Helen |
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