Open Poetry #32 |
The Plight of Innocence |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Innocence, naiveté, and the purity of thought contained within a heart receptive and ajar stands amidst the sand on the sea shore and for this tale could be a mermaid, woman, me. There’s longing in her eyes, blue like the sky, of no consequence to the mysterious unknown, and a sense of resignation flies from her lips wrapped invisibly in the middle of a sigh. Rain begins to fall, a little trickle, no downpour, not moving she recalls from beginning to the end how the sea, maybe you, once fulfilled her every need and brought back to life what should have never died. She knows the sea is there because it never leaves but ferociously the waves pound at her core belief with seaweed, sand, and the sting of this life’s disdain as a barrier, a wall, between reality and dreams. She stands still and silent knowing she must turn waiting, watching, hoping, she never has to change but the sea begins to rise, higher, higher, higher, and innocence, naiveté, succumbs to the force. As heart and purity fight to overcome a fear the undertow of sea unsettles confidence and undignified they fall, together now no more, into the vast and bottomless hell hole of the sea. Such is the plight when one no more can fight the advance of modern ways and modernistic tales that from a worldly base distort the truth of soul and advocate survival of strongest, hardest, fastest. And we meld into a mould cast from iron and steel till finally we die, sometimes before our time, and the sea remains the victor with the truth unto itself as to how, when, and why, goodness and mercy died! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Helen~ The pure depths of this make it an outstanding piece~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
I enjoyed this, immensely, especialy; ...the sea remains the victor with the truth unto itself as to how, when, and why, goodness and mercy died... Thanks, Melton |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you Marge and Melton for suffering through that long wordy write and for so kindly commenting. |
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