Open Poetry #29 |
Secrets (It's Sunday) |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Here come my friends again; how fares a lady such as me, and I must smile, my secrets lie behind a wall of silence, but it is right, and they are right, for blinded I can’t see, the meaningful import of down to earth insights. I sometimes can picture the bowing down of hope when the object of my dreams no longer spotlights me but afraid of the dark I must seek again my soul and build another secret as my comforter. Too many and I’ll break the vow of silence made and then of me they’ll speak perhaps with sympathy but a secret life, secret love, holds faithfully my hand until one day I’ve passed into eternity. And then with me they’ll cry for all that should have been! Helen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Tears dry, you know, but just until they come again. Thanks for the read. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
when the object of my dreams no longer spotlights me but afraid of the dark I must seek again my soul What's sad to me is that "all my friends" will cry when I'm gone.. and for all that could have been? Then again, maybe they won't. Thank you for this and the love of Sundays~ Peace to you dear Helen~ |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
i am speechless! this just cuts to the core, so powerful, especially that last verse! you write your heart well here, and I stand in awe. take care. Amy "love is like a butterfly-- |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you "Bluesy" and Amy for your responses. Yeah - maybe they won't all cry because of secrets they may not know. It just depends on the strength of containment thereof. |
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