Open Poetry #43 |
I want ... |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I only want the real and unreal, four roses not more at my front door, and the ribbons and bows of eternity around and about the all/everything. Not an outrageous request, not at all, in the scope of time’s unlimited stretch but I’m of a type destined to die and not ever to be as I once was. It’s the now ‘me’ who wants everything/all but the less for sure can fill up my space and lounge in a chair, drink, eat, be merry, and flow like the wind in and then out. And the one who is now destined to die most grateful indeed for the less/lesser/least for it’s known on the downhill there has to be a pause in the middle for re-assessment. But time lengthens the pause, extends the stops, and makes the journey stretch till I’m dead but really the roses, the real and unreal, can stand at my door for a moment or more … if not for the idle, the lethargic and lazy, true essential essence of man. ‘tis the spirit, you see, unwilling to be a dictator to self and a delivery man but I won’t open doors to anything less in the time of these times I’m privileged to live. But call out my name without any sound, three times, three times, to make it seem loud and wait, just wait, wait till I know the all/everything has its ribbons and bows! Helen / 14 December 2008 |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Honeybunch - ribbons and bows will arrive at your front door. Nice write... BC |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Beautiful write. One should never settle... |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Helen, This is not the first time that I have read this poem. I keep coming back to it. Your thoughts reach out and touch at me. Alison |
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