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Sunday's story (The past)
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Sunday's story (The past) |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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She didn’t walk a golden mile or embrace a new found love but wandered down the avenues of a past long dead and gone. Trees interlocked and canopied her feeblemindedness while the grass underfoot gave way to barren ground for ‘tis the feeble of mind that must walk on hardened ground until the dead and gone sits on a burning pyre. She watches in the twilight the flames of her repeats and how the smoke encircles a love not come again to pull it closer, nearer, in the flames of other things. The heat melts composure and she kneels by the fire a woman paying homage to the dead and gone. She doesn’t rise on steady feet; there’s still a part of her long past she would again repeat but she knows, yes, she knows ash is ash and can’t again be more than it is! Helen / 5 July 2009 |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Honeybunch, most bittersweet, yet the word is not enough to tell how to the core this touched me, Bloodline |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Very touching, Helen. Ida |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
"She doesn’t rise on steady feet; there’s still a part of her long past she would again repeat but she knows, yes, she knows ash is ash and can’t again be more than it is!" Honeybunch, Even if ash is ash and can't again be more than it is, I think most hope for that small ember... Very touching. Hugs, miscellanea |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
It's hard letting go of the past, it's that hurt that changes us. But letting go we must, so cast those ashes to the wind and don't look back. Love and hugs, lady Sunday~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks everyone! I guess one must always check which way the wind is blowing before throwing ash. I admit to being directionally challenged but I'm working on it - slow learner. Helen |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
A very touching write Honeybunch. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautifully melancholic write, dear Helen. Ash is ash, but it holds the memory of what was so we still hear the voice of the past permeating us in some moments. And why not? But detachment is required for inner peace. Love, beautiful Poetess. Margherita  |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Helen, You writing sweeps me up - I just lean into it and read the emotions. I like this. It's a part of many of us maybe. Alison |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
...some truly tragic lines in this mesmerizing write...like this... "for ‘tis the feeble of mind that must walk on hardened ground" ...such an insightful 'ouch'...grabbed me...amazing...really...I liked this |
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