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Sunday's story |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Down at the river Down at the river where the water runs cool that gypsy reclines in her love of you gone now like the pebbles thrown in one by one and the sink of each day’s so beautiful sun. She remembers the ripples and how they flowed outward, outward, until her face glowed and how that light in the dark of her life made everything be completely alright. That was then but now after the fact that bubble of love lies dormant and flat and lives within the depths of her soul with no conceivable life of its own. She gathers more pebbles, awaits a new day, but the call of the wild distinct in its way makes her know to lighten her load and set forth again on a new road. But there in the fields where the gypsies roam free there are no roads on which she can flee but she moves, she does, until the sun sets and she joins that bubble in heavenly rest! Helen / 18 May 2014 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
From the darkness unto the light, Helen, the object of life's uncertain paths is to keep putting one's self in the light of life, searching, always searching. You brought this out in a beautiful, poetical way. ~*~ Sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off. ~*~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Jerry. 'twas just the message brought forth from the dark of the night into the light of day - and I'm just the teller of the tale. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Helen,One of the best. More power to you, keep the dreams alive.JO |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jo, but of dreams they come and then they go or maybe still live in the soul.  |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Rich imagery and language in this beautiful pensive poem |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Many thanks, ER. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
The river runs deep, Helen. Lovely, sensitive thoughts. Ida |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Down at the river where the water runs cool that gypsy reclines in her love of you gone now like the pebbles thrown in one by one and the sink of each day’s so beautiful sun. ----------------------------------------- This verse speaks to me of days gone by, and truly conjures up some bittersweet memories of a time and place so long ago. We go pretty far back, you and I...and your poem reminds me why I have always adored and looked forward to reading your stories Lady Sunday. *big big hugs* |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Ida, and yes, far, far, too deep for my own good but luckily I do know how to swim. Bluesy gal! So good to see you here. Yes, I guess there was some magic in everybody's "good old days" and the memories linger far too long. Is that a story - too deep and too long? It seems as if I'm back to that Sunday thing but not as often as before. Hey, we have survived, right? Big hugs to you too dear one. Oh, and I never miss one of your poems either. They're always very special. |
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