Open Poetry #45 |
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The will to live - Part 2 |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
So the will to live split mind and soul and sent the former home again to act as temporary stand-in for the real thing. The soul released travelled on through human conflict, tears, and woe seeking in that density true and abiding meaning. The days were hard and taxing for the soul knows love’s awaiting when night descends and blankets so human protective measures that come in guises real but false. Many times through hardship, trials, it thought that home’s the place to be yet sometime, anytime, must be a call from home that stirs its bones to make the long trip back again. The call can’t be a plaintive moan or one that merely seeks no pain but one that that’s gone to hell and back and knows of true humility. The will to live now broken, split, can’t in part be worth a damn and this it knows but still it moves knowing that its other half will keep the home fires burning. The scribe I am thinks now what if summer comes and there’s no fire! Helen / 8 June 2009 |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
If fire-less, perhaps the smell of morning dew on grass will be enough. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"The call can’t be a plaintive moan or one that merely seeks no pain but one that that’s gone to hell and back and knows of true humility." Always poignant and beautiful writing from your pen. Enjoyed. |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Your words reveal the fire and glowing embers, Bloodline |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Kacy, Kaoru and Bloodline. Much appreciate your comments and the dew, yes, each season as its own particular "fire" that excites the will to live. Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: What a very deep thought, dear Helen, in midst of a great thought-provoking poem. Love, Margherita ![]() |
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