Open Poetry #43 |
The rust of time |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The moments come, the moments go, and we the fine-tuned memory store pile them up from floor to roof in boxes, bags, or simply bare to face the elements of time. And always are the open, clear, the ones that first begin to break for they are vulnerable like love to the moisture of heartache. Drip-drip and then the rust of time till finally the truth displayed beneath the worn remains of the once beautiful. So I know (big deal) what lies beneath the false veneer of how I seem and ‘tis nought but the Goddess, love now useless, old, and still in need. And so of rust it eats away daily, daily, every day, to not litter up our memory store with remnants of our falsity. Helen / 29 July 2008 |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
The moments come, the moments go, and we the fine-tuned memory store pile them up from floor to roof in boxes, bags, or simply bare to face the elements of time...." That is sometimes true! ARCTIC WIND |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
This whole thing is beautiful. It's hard for me to pick a favorite stanza or set. Awesome. ·´~`·»Brett«·´~`· |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks AC and XGX - I'm "into" short forms now (hence the initials) because I've learnt that I will never know the whole but I'm talking about life you understand. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I really love this, Helen. So profound. Ida |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks so much, Ida! Helen |
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