Open Poetry #46 |
Love's punishment |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
So from a high and lofty perch love tumbled to the ground and broke its legs and wings and “things” that made it free to be. Dirt got in its eyes and it lay as one half dead thinking it would mend and reclaim its rightful place. It gagged on mud and slush in the season of its tears and burnt from the inner out in the season of its fears. And in the cold of loneliness it knew to not believe the next season would uplift the pain and agony. How long it suffered I can’t say but it dried beneath the feet of time and lived just long enough to know the coming down to ground was its punishment! Helen / 3 May 2010 |
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Bec Member
since 2001-02-23
Posts 475Canberra |
Ooh, I've felt this before - just when you think love is all wonderful and perfect, realisation that things weren't quite the way you thought certainly brings you back down to earth - sometimes more roughly than others! "I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell"~ Matchbox 20 |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Bec, for reading and for commenting. I suppose the trick is to land on the ground softly. Helen |
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