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The pause
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The pause |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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She walked upon a rocky path from where the trees sparkled to the excavation site of embedded memories. She paused there a moment, two, but didn't build a monument or overlay an altar with all she thought would last. Instead she picked up paper, pen, and wrote as one possessed of love the lines and chapters, verse, of how and why the trees all died. She planted then her masterpiece like a cold grave stone at the site of unearthed heartache cordoned off from future steps. There's a forest up ahead, a rocky mountain, hill, a river, stream, raging sea and all she's yet to feel. But of her pause a moment, two, I suspect it lasted many years before her freedom charter complete and notarized! Helen / 10 November 2010 |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Progress rolls over memories, but still our memories will persevere. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Helen, Your excavation will lead you to your inner goldmine mother load! Jeez.. that sounded like something out of a fortune cookie LOL I related to this poem and I liked it very much! ebm |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks JerryPat and ebm. Some memories refuse to be buried, don't they? Perhaps only so for the weak. Helen |
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