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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2012-11-30 02:55 PM

(Came across this old write - made me smile)

The marks of a woman in essential oil, love,
attest to her presence in a new wonderland
but gone is her essence, her being, her name,
washed into life she sinks, disappears.

Bubbles rise forth as she battles to breathe,
a frog she could be or an undersea ghoul,
rising and falling, her heart, body, all,
in reality drowns, she’s a memory gone sour.

Love floats her right in, hate takes her right out,
she’s bobbing about un-anchored no doubt,
but high on a dream she’s a terrible queen
of hidden reserves and untrained discipline.

She goes with the flow like an old shabby clock
ready to stop any minute, day, year,
or maybe a broom sweeping dust from the floor
ready to can it or throw it out on the wind.

And then there is life riding high on a wave
pushing her forward into arms of her death.
A rock in her path and she’s batted and bruised
but would you believe she’s nobody’s fool?

When she is dry she might start over again,
be a woman well versed in the essence of wine,
and then she can drown in full-bodied red
or trip through daisies of pure sparkling white.

Still there are bubbles, she’s alive, she survived.
Her mark? I don’t know. Perhaps it’s grown old,
merged into bubbles from half drunk champagne
or somewhere in oil frying potatoes and meat.

Such is the story, tale, exposé,
of a woman in oil, essential oil, love!

Helen

Victoria

Member Ascendant

since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

1 posted 2012-11-30 04:02 PM

Beautifully written, I like the form and the way the words wrap around. Nicely done and thank you for posting Honeybunch.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
- Paul Valery (1871-1945)

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

2 posted 2012-11-30 05:41 PM

“She goes with the flow like an old shabby clock
ready to stop any minute, day, year,
or maybe a broom sweeping dust from the floor
ready to can it or throw it out on the wind.”

~AND~

“Still there are bubbles, she’s alive, she survived.
Her mark?  I don’t know.  Perhaps it’s grown old,
merged into bubbles from half drunk champagne
or somewhere in oil frying potatoes and meat.

Such is the story, tale, exposé,
of a woman in oil, essential oil, love!”

Helen,
What a brilliant write.
Really got my old dusty cogwheels spinning.
My first instinct was to ask for more, and more.
Had the feeling of discovery and reality and dreams-hidden,
felt but not totally realized, yet a longing to express.

Totally enjoyed.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

3 posted 2012-12-01 01:52 AM

Thank you, Victoria, for your nice comment.

Thanks, JL. So glad you enjoyed it and "the more" - well, she's still riding high on a wave into arms of her death but from that vantage point she can see and know so many things that cause her every now and again to escape back into the dream.

Nothing on earth can destroy a dream made and fashioned in an old wonderland gone but not forgotten and she like the waves in the sea embraces and then lets go until the sea covers the shore and all becomes as once before!

Helen

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

4 posted 2012-12-01 11:23 AM

It's amazing the plethora of emotion that love alone can generate in a person. This took us along the full ride of them... Glad you found this one and shared it with us.

Michael

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

5 posted 2012-12-01 11:46 AM

Thanks, Michael. Yes, those were the days but I am now sorry that they ever were at all. Love brings the inner out and then sets it adrift to wander aimlessly with no place to call home - just my experience though.

Helen

Ethern
Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 150
on a plane

6 posted 2012-12-01 07:35 PM

a captivating read

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

7 posted 2012-12-04 07:12 PM

Each verse is so you!

I love your style and way with words, lady Sunday.

Many hugs dear one~

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

8 posted 2012-12-06 11:22 AM

Thank you, Ethern!

Good to see you here, Bluesy! "So me" you say - hmmm? Time changes everything and everyone but deep down I guess we are and will remain who we really are. Thanks.

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