Open Poetry #43 |
Sunday |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The sun today was slow to leave as if it knew the time was right to linger here a longer time and stroke my face, neck, body, And we lay together both entwined in the process of creation one globally, the other individually in the blessed peace of Sunday that came calling unexpectedly. It’s like we garnered in our strengths and disbursed them to each other like two lovers in the joining of both flesh and soul to set forever love’s desire into the atmosphere. It could have been a bird that flew unhindered up or a wisp of imagining but I choose to believe love’s desire is now on course to where it has to be to manifest a dream. To soon, too soon, the sun moved on to shine on other lands and I wonder if it’s following to ensure safe passage for love’s desire now in the sky. But there were yesterdays when sun and I entwined and love’s desire perhaps now lost in that vastness of sky! Helen / 27 July 2008 |
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shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
A good poem. Makes me want to follow the sun. Thanks for posting it. poetry podcasts, blogs and photopoems at URL= http://anthonyarmstrong.ca |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Yes, very beautiful, this feeling of being entwined with the sun, when its heat is life-giving and enhances dreams. No, it is not lost, it inspires you so powerfully. Love and hugs. Margherita |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
You are as our sun...you shine on all of us with your lovely work. We'll borrow it for awhile and then send it on your way... |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
It could have been a bird that flew unhindered up or a wisp of imagining but I choose to believe love’s desire is now on course to where it has to be to manifest a dream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Helen, this reads like a prayer, on the wings of a dream. If there is such a thing, and even there isn't, I loved getting lost in your Sunday poem. Thanks for this, it's been a long time. Hugs, honey honey~ |
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