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Like the trees |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Not yet evolved some trees don’t know to remain constant and sure so they move to the beat of circumstance and drop all their leaves to the ground. Unadorned by the truth there’s something not right and yet there’s no time for review when teamed as they are with the like-minded all dancing to the same tune. Joined as they are by the circumstance, life they appear as dead to all passers by but unperturbed there’s no sympathy when thinking that nature has its own rules. So back the trees come to inherent beauty until the band starts up again and they dance as before not having learnt anything meaningful. It’s the cycles of life that persist, persist, when mistakes of the past not taken to heart and imbued with love’s feel day in/day out to ensure eventual consistency. But how captivatingly the band plays and how willingly we move from this into that but only when led by the heartfelt truth can evolution finally rest. And then, what then? Why summer, my friend, a beautiful and forever summer but I can’t say how long it will take when I like the trees not yet evolved! Helen / 2 June 2013 |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Unadorned by the truth there’s something not right and yet there’s no time for review when teamed as they are with the like-minded all dancing to the same tune. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is so much to like and identify with. Your poetry is all heart and soul, and continues to move me (after all these years)....Hugs, honey girl~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, dear Bluesy gal. Yes, it's been a long time but then perhaps maybe just a blink of an eye if time turns out to be not how we have always thought it to be. And so, until I close my eyes for one last time and finally get to grips with that heart and soul you speak of the stories will no doubt continue although I'm not really sure why that has to be. Maybe just to move myself and then how gratifying if I can move others at the same time. Take care - always. Love Helen |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I agree with Blues --- never old or stale...always enjoy... j. |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This is lovely Helen ... so much to ponder here. It makes me feel that even as time goes on and seasons flow one into the next, that there is an undeniable consistency to life. Much enjoyed.  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Evolution comes naturally and you are part of it, just like the trees, dear Helen. Loved your analogies here, you always write in a profound way to stir our thoughts. Perpetual is the renewal of all things. This we know and one day we shall be able to unveil all the mysteries of this our life and death, renewal. Love, Margherita |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks everyone. I very much appreciate you reading and commenting. My stories are perpetual it seems but nothing is at it seems so unlike the trees that come back as before it's unlikely to happen that way for us - if it happens at all that is. Yes, Margherita, one day the mystery will be revealed but (sigh) I want to know things now - like before they happen. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Helen, this is superb. I love reading it out loud. It's a keeper. Alison |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Alison. I've only ever read one piece of mine out loud. It was in front of a church congregation after the minister cautioned everyone to be still and listen carefully. That was rather intimidating for one such as me but ... hey, I did it! When my son helped me off the stage he kissed me and I think they all then "melted". Long time ago now. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Those trees do echo our own lives. I am grateful for them, as you are as well. I can't imagine not looking out the window each season and feeling in tune with what they are having showered upon them, whether a ravaging storm or a sweet coat of fresh pink paint. A great awareness of this is spoken in your lovely poem |
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