Open Poetry #33 |
Turn, turn around |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
“Unless you become as a little child …” and so it was then when I turned around and walked way on back through misty recalls into the mysterious unconscious mind. A bed in the corner covered in blue, drapes at the window caught in a breeze, guided and led like a dog for the blind to an open porthole of soul and a glorious view of the sea. Reflective of you the sea came and went and sunk into the sand the essence of time there to await mature awareness grown from confusion and bitterness. And a little child kicked at the sand showing anger at sea for daring to break the walls of a castle so carefully built by the hand’s of life’s cruelty and there arose from within a bitter taste of revenge. And so it was then till I turned around and found in my eyes a lifetime of tears stored and preserved to bring back again the essential essence of time meant to refresh and cleanse the feet of an adult grown from a child. Turn, turn around, from childhood to youth and the intensely personal need of release to the calm acceptance of age frayed at the edges by a yearning desire to resuscitate the thrills of the young. But I turned around, too far around, to begin from the beginning again and if I let go of love found one day the sea will be me and I’ll drift away from the essential essence of time. Turn, turn around, please turn around, and walk with me into time together to build a new spirit life on the level reserved for young love! |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Helen, this strikes a chord within me. Thank you so much for sharing such a gift! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Decaflame. Thanks so much for the read. I'm not sure where it came from but ... I take responsibility for it. |
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