Open Poetry #45 |
Through the maze |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
So through the maze of goods and clothes she stepped into a dark recess where memories lay hidden away from the prying eyes of everyday. And in that day of everyday she chose a route that skirted pain and smiled the smile of one who knows love will surely come again. But still she cried within the feel of what means more than goods and clothes as like a retarded maniac she shredded the leftovers until but one remained. It remains until this very day to go where minds are prone to go and follow in the footsteps of her more and many everyday’s. Love is like that, don’t you know? It lives in caves dark, dingy, grey so all who walk the maze of time can sift amongst the dirt and grime and say, “Eureka! Love is mine!" Helen / 16 August 2009 [This message has been edited by Honeybunch (08-16-2009 04:32 AM).] |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Helen.. so lovely to read this.. hope you are well. RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi Roniece! Yes, I'm as well as can be expected what with back/hip problems and a house move on the go. Nice to see you here. Love Helen |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Honeybunch, it is good to read a post from you. I always enjoy you poetry. Hmmmm! I'm not so sure about the love coming again. |
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