Open Poetry #46 |
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Love in the dirt |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
Love came upon a dusty trail trodden on by many minds and at the crossroads saw a sign that left it quite bemused. It wavered there for quite a spell but no spell of insight came to make it move right or left or carry on ahead. Finally it turned around and went back the way it came for far behind it knew to find the point of no departure. And that point of no departure it's very own true essence still clean and untainted by life's so dusty trail. But sad to say there's no water to wash the dust away and that point of no departure sent it back onto the trail. But trails aren't laid down roads with no options at the crossroads and that is why today you'll find love sitting in the dirt. It simply doesn't know which option best to clean, refresh, renew, and befit if for a welcome back to that point of no departure. One day love will walk again but for now it merely sits head bent and waiting for … a little spell of insight! Helen / 9 December 2010 |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
'Point of no departure' strikes me as a situation where one can neither go forward nor backward---an existential trap of the worst kind, but I put my money on love, that it will somehow extricate itself. A puzzling, but thought provoking poem, Helen. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Art |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Sorry, Art. I guess it is a bit puzzling but love should never depart from it's true essence. We are love and we left that place from which we should never have departed to tramp along the dusty trails of life not as our true selves. How to get back when covered with dust? That's sort of what I was trying to say but, hey, I'm sitting in the dirt confused. ![]() Thank you for reading and for commenting. Helen |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Love. The most confusing emotion there is. So you are in good company (or bad) if you are undecided as what to do. |
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