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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Disturbed by the wind that rustles my hair like life that upsets soul’s goal to the end there still is a whisper amidst the turmoil that speaks of a peace before the night falls. Disturbed by a love that came and then went like a risen up hope foiled by events there yet remains the recall of it all to sustain in the times of despondency. Disturbed by the rain that cautions my step like pain that takes too long to be gone there still is a pause to contemplate where next on earth I am destined for. Disturbed, disturbed; why am I disturbed when the day becomes night and life becomes death if not for the fact that mind deep in thought may cause the repeat of … disturbances. I can stand in the wind, stand in the rain, remember that love and all of my hopes but I must not forget to climb the mountain that leaves level ground behind my back. I know, I know, but how can I climb when I plain and simply haven’t learnt how? Helen / 16 January 2013 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You can climb, Helen, because you desire to climb it. You poem is hurtful to read, more so than normal because I understand each and every line, and have lived through them, and yet I have climbed that mountain. You . . . Can . . . Too . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I gotta agree with Jerry. And I can understand the grief. I think we all have to be a little disturbed now and then... I think that is where the saying: "Good Grief" comes from. Sounds like an oxymoron, but that's the beauty of life. Enjoyed the read!! 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. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I guess life never comes with any guarantees. I was reading your poetry books online. Very pretty pictures too and also liked the pictures of you too Helen. ~Victoria Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks everyone! Jerry and JL - I can climb that mountain and "anything you can do, I can do better". Victoria - oh, yes, my poetry books. They're just my filing system, you know, lest I forget. Thank you for reading and glad you liked the pictures. Helen |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
It's all about where you're looking. If you're looking up at the mountain, you're at least facing the right direction, and will slowly but sure progress in that direction. Not that it's always gonna be easy mind you, but it's a far more bumpy path hoping to move forward while still looking behind you. Those who make a life of wallowing, and believe me I'm one, look up only occasionally and are always stunned by chances to move forward that have passed them by, and then end up wallowing over that. It's a really obnoxious habit to fall into. I hope you don't. Enjoyed the expression of losse here, and can certainly relate to it. Michael |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Michael. Oh, I look at the mountain every day but then settle back into "whatever will be, will be". Perhaps that's a cop-out but it does bring with it a certain amount of peace - in between the turmoil of course. Life is still interesting surprisingly enough. Thanks for your input. Helen |
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