Open Poetry #43 |
Something unseen |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
It’s neither a string, a cord, noose, rein, that tethers a woman to an ordinary man but something unseen in the deep within that makes her know she’ll never be free. Sometimes she thinks a spear, knife, saw, or a firm intent to cut off the feel and she thinks and thinks of how to appear distant, aloof, and apart from it all. Maybe she’ll cry; she does sometimes when right on the edge of success but the ground of success slides down the cliff and she must again backtrack. Then into the blue of the awesome sea and the green of an evergreen tree but that doesn’t work and so she avows to let it lie fallow inside. But anything fallow inside not out always rebels against its demise and regroups in double-quick time like an army of militant beings intent on protecting and safeguarding their very own territory. It’s neither a string, a cord, noose, rein, but a thingamajig in the feel that wiggles inside like a gizmo unleashed when a spear, knife, saw, is in mind! Helen / 24 July 2008 |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This sits like an elephant in the room, m'friend... and we walk all around it, not quite sure if it even knows its name. At least, this is what I'm taking away on this. |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
That elephant honored me with it's presence by sitting on my head. ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: ... and that wouldn't be a bad choice, dear Helen! But it seems we always get involved too much to be lucid ... Smiling at the elephant on garapan's head! And yes, sometimes it feels just like this. Great introspection! Love and hugs. Margherita |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I like this one!!!! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Helen~ DearDearHelen ... 'It’s neither a string, a cord, noose, rein, that tethers a woman to an ordinary man but something unseen in the deep within that makes her know she’ll never be free.' I just keep sitting and reading this, pondering my own thoughts and how it has applied to me in my lifetime~ Sometimes I guess I found the strength to cut the tether myself and sometimes someone else cut the tether without my consent~ 'Maybe she’ll cry; she does sometimes' Either way ... eventually I floated free~ This is a deep flow of ink dear lady~ One that I think I'll come back to many times~ Love and many *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ Email - [email protected] |
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