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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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The jump for joy An angel in his own right and I bow to that tonight but I have seen the devil eyes ablaze and flashing ire into the air I breathe. Down it travelled, down, down, down, into the love I have sitting quiet and silent in the bowels a woman has. The fight, the fight, the twist and turn, the need, desire, the hope, till finally my saving grace dead to the human race. And in that place of death’s decay the jump for joy in foetal pose waits for a hand, a word, to rise it up again into this living world. It waits, it waits, but sleeping so it loses muscle, strength, and verve, and I wonder in this lonely time if ere again a jump for joy will exit from the bowels and make its presence known to the body, mind and soul. Time - and ‘twas as then and now the will of Time that stirs inside the sleeping into action! Helen / 25 October 2009 |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Restlessness is purple in this write. Well done, well done!! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you so much TD. The jump seems to be a long way off for me at this present time but I know to be patient. Sometimes though the knowing and the feeling aren't on the same page. Helen |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Helen, When you jump, I'll be reading. This is among your best, I believe. Alison |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you so much, Alison. Perhaps the best of words results from the worst of circumstances but when the jump comes, I do believe the words and circumstances will be in line with each other. Hugs Helen |
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