Open Poetry #47 |
My little world |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
My little world has shrunken to the tinniest of spinning tops and the string merely my intent to walk a golden mile. I put it out there, yes, I do but it winds instead of stretching again, again, again, around the place I'm at. The two entwined don't stabilize in the Cape of Storms and it's like a puff of devil breath that sends it into spin. Relax, release, breathe in, breathe out, but string not one to hear, obey, and off it goes a-winding into the middle of my day. And so of string and spinning tops 'tis just the mind that cannot be content to view that golden mile and not cast out the string! Helen / 26 February 2011 |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Dear Helen, I DO understand this. And you say it with your usual philosophical mind, which brings along such profound and beautiful writes like this one. Love, Margherita |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Love the metaphors Helen. Also like the resolve at the end. Can't always get what you want...Rolling Stones Damn string tieing one up like that. Eric the writer views a critic like a fire hydrant would view a dog |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Helen, I think your top was spinning in my wind. I, too, love the metaphor and understand your poem all too well. Sometimes, I pull foward, shoulders into the pull and my feet spin as I get wrenched backward. But, sometimes, the spin is so fun. Thinking of you. Alison |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Margherita, Eric and Alison. Yes, there are fun bits in the middle of a spin - thank goodness. Helen |
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