Open Poetry #46 |
A simple cry |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
When the line is unbroken between heart and eyes there’s no getting away from a simple cry but a cry’s not simple; it’s a spiked cocktail where inputted love fights conditioning. The fight rages for a second or more like sea as it pounds on immovable rocks until the waves rise, up, higher up, and cover those giant intractable rocks. So when the tears fall let no-one abhor the heart’s so ardent wish to be known for it suffered and toiled in the paddocks of ridiculous conformity. So now it is free and I think a red carpet to honour its walk down the corridor, time, for though a narrow and so confined space it’s known that time always opens the door to a beautiful and magnificent hall. And in that hall ~ well, let’s wait and see what awaits all those who set the heart free! Helen / 25 March 2010 (I'm still alive and reading poetry. Time seems shorter these days so I apologize for not commenting but thank you all for writing.) |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Helen, it's good to read you again! The heart itself is a giant space and there is always room for love, unless we focus on a single "situation" which makes us unhappy and so we deliberately hang the shield "closed" at the heart's entrance ... we have the choice to be free! Love and hugs. Margherita |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"So now it is free and I think a red carpet to honour its walk down the corridor, time, for though a narrow and so confined space it’s known that time always opens the door to a beautiful and magnificent hall." beautifully stated, Helen Hope you are well M |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Lovely words and thoughts this morning. Joyce |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Margherita, Maureen and Joyce. I think I have a doorstop at the entrance to my heart because so many things creep in to touch it. My youngest son said something the other day that caused the ... eruption of love, pride, and gratitude and who can keep that inside? Love Helen |
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