Open Poetry #30 |
A Swan |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The song of a swan carries not to the bank and the ripples of love remain in one place until dreams of the young arise in the old and upturn the calm of a static outlook. As passion rains down, or comes from within, the lake of the past tries hard to hold on and settle for less than a heart knows is best to enable the swan to feather its nest. But thunder in sky like the swan’s own desire rumbles and roars and calls out for more while lightening attempts to enlighten the world to the beauty of song and the voice of true love. The song of the swan; soft, delicate, meek can only be heard by those seeking the truth and the ripples of love can’t splash at your feet till halfway you walk with arms fully outstretched. In the middle of need un-reliant on ground souls nestle and touch in love’s nakedness and force ripples to flow out and landward to uncertain feet on the bank of belief. And the song, yes, the song – listen how sweet as from a drum roll it steadies and slows to the beat of respect, compassion and care, and drowns out the sound of disharmony. A swan I am not but a rippled thought form can circle in air and search beyond clouds for a safe landing place be it forest or lake to listen and share the song of a soul. So look to the lake and smile at a swan, remember to listen and maybe you’ll hear! Helen / 2 January 2004 |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Helen, this is lovely and it flows like a stream. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen...Beautiful and thoughtfilled, as always. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
An excellent poem. My comments and notes as I read: I listened and I looked and I tried to understand My understanding was that wings must spread and be allowed to fly, to experience. Old habits protect themselves and enhibit honesty but youth will strike a new frontier uninhibited by what has gone before and in the freedom from rules will learn that spirit and family will endure. It is beautiful Honeybunch. Thanks Dave |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Fabulous Helen!!!! I am awe struck by the depth of your words and the meanings I find within them. Thank you for spreading your wings and sharing the beauty of your poetry here. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you Kethry, Martie, Dave and Bluesy! Yes, Dave, your understanding was pretty close. The "experience" is the experience of "proper" love in a world where it is considered ... no, rather, not considered at all while the old hangs on. Kethry - two of my sons are the musicians, I merely sing words to my own particular beat but I'm glad I could carry you along. Martie - as usual, I'm so pleased that you found the time to read and comment. Oh, Bluesy, how hard it is to find the true meaning of life and love. I try to look deeper but at the end of the day everything still seems the same. However, in true fighting spirit, I'm not yet discouraged. Helen |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Helen, are you a mind reader? This touched me in a very personal way -- thank you for posting it! It was dear and lovely. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
No, Iliana, not a mind reader but I feel things and hear things and only on rare occasions can I prove things. So what can I do but merely believe things. I do hope this touched you in a positive way. Thank you for reading. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very nice...enjoyed this |
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