Open Poetry #50 |
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As dead |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
Love lies as dead in the archives of mind but a touch and it rises again not to stand tall and proud but to strut like a peacock and grin. That grin comes quite naturally to one who has won the battle but love never fights, you know, you know, so what is the battle it’s won? Simply the battle to be entrenched and though dead to still be alive but from my human perspective it’s an endeavour to no avail. If I look further perhaps it can be something to celebrate but stuck in these times of limited view who can attest to something unknown? Strut as you wish and grin all you will but a touch doesn’t last forever so back love will go to lie as dead and it all seems silly to me. The meaning of silly? Well, here we are: “Silly did not originally refer to the absurd or ridiculous – in fact quite the opposite. The word derives from the old English word seely, meaning happy, blissful, lucky or blessed.” Helen / 1 June 2017 |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Oh how you make me think, wonder and ponder on this thing you call love. Loved the read! ~L |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Lori. I thought I had stopped pondering but so much so for my thoughts. |
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