Open Poetry #43 |
Behind the eyes |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Behind the eyes where water pools a gale begins to blow and tosses love’s restless feel up and out from within like the overspill from floodgates normally closed. That doesn’t mean it never dries like under-nourished soil that cracks and splits and tells a tale of wilful neglect because it’s wise enough to know dry up or lose the power to rejuvenate and procreate more water in the pool. So back it goes whipped, beaten, bruised ashamed of its release into the ether of a dream where love’s the victor not the victim and restlessness need never be. And from love’s hardened lock-up bin whispers yet are heard by witches, ghouls, and goblins but even they can’t say what makes a woman pray! Helen / 12 September 2008 |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
This sounds like a dream, wet, wild and wonderful. Splash on. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A dream or a prophesy but it doesn't matter much because neither of them are real. Thanks so much for the read, Witbakelar. Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: So beautifully expressed, dear Helen! You ARE love and love needs to flow freely, unhindered, endlessly ... Love and hugs. Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
hat doesn’t mean it never dries like under-nourished soil that cracks and splits and tells a tale of wilful neglect because it’s wise enough to know dry up or lose the power to rejuvenate and procreate more water in the pool. Love your analogy, Honeybunch! A neat read! ~miscellanea |
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