Open Poetry #48 |
No denial |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I’ve changed my mind; there’s no denial what was no longer can be when love remains forever hidden in nights that stretch to infinity. And now too far from a land that thrilled from the ground up the reins that once tethered my heart have slipped into life’s intolerable lies. Alone I cannot untangle the knots that one upon each other all day grow to keep me so well confined within the realms of old comfort zones. There is no comfort in endless nights that hide the beauty of eyes and render a smile as non-existent between walls that have nothing to say. I give up! I’m ready to move from a life too hard for the sensitive into the beautiful, beautiful, now perceived afterlife ~ but there’s no denial; I can change my mind! Helen / 3 February 2013 |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Helen, yes you can always change your mind as we usually always do...but we like you right here with us for now Enjoyed hugsss ~Victoria Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Cast your eyes outward and you will see sweet heavenly rapture, then reel him in slowly, but firmly, then and there, your poetry will change from words of the past to the sweetness of today. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Victoria. Yes, I think I'll be around for a little longer although one never does know. Jerry - Thank you. If the "sweetness of today" ever comes then you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be the most surprised person in the world. Helen |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
I understand this completly. Yes, we always have the option of changing our minds. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Yes, there comes a time, Helen. We all know it but only a fine poet can describe it. Ida |
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