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Delight
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Delight |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Upon the mountain way up high no bells ring out an order for one and all to gather there and build a bonfire of delight. Delight can burn, it surely does, but not up there on mountain tops that forces on a burdened flock a climb beyond ability. It burns where ere it's called to be and fuels itself with true intent passed from the soul to me, to you, as a forever Christmas gift. Time passes though and gifts grow old, styles change to modern ways, and fashion statements then decree we all dress up the same. You'd think delight would follow suit but, no, it stays as once was made old fashioned in its coloured robe left now to trail behind the times. It's not a problem, really not, be thankful that it trails at all for easily could give up the chase and stay back in the past. Delight is there, always there, waiting for the call to be a fire that burns no matter life that douses true reality! Helen / 5 December 2010 |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Interesting concept and one that I tend to agree with, that Delight is forevermore there if we but seek it out. This, then is the season for seeking. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jerry. I think life is a treasure hunt with such obscure clues that we end up searching in all the wrong places just to find what all along was a mere thought away. Something like that.  Helen |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This poem was a delight! I like your way of thinking. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Lori. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
This truly was a delight to read, as stated by another... I loved the message, and the meter without true rhyme lends a music to the piece, a joy to follow along the page to the end. My best~ Amaryllis A pile of scribbles here: |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Amaryllis. The angels preach through fingers set according to their beat to break the harsh accord of life's destructive tap dance on the sensitive unseen. Helen |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Helen, I love your un-shallow waters. (is that a word? Lol) Your messages grace these pages. ~A A pile of scribbles here: |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Nope, not a word but it's not as if it matters because whether shallow or deep (un-shallow sounds somehow nicer) we still break something or other when we dive in which perhaps can never be repaired until we dive in again. Makes me tired just thinking about it. Helen |
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