Open Poetry #34 |
Time is my Master |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Neither sea nor storm stops to think more so tonight, yes, tonight, I’ll ride a brain wave and tickle your mind with secret desires then tomorrow perhaps storm your reserve and flood your heart with the need of my love. But time is my master and says, “No, not yet” while soul in the confines of this mortal flesh throws a wild tantrum in rebellious revolt and spins out the gap supposed to be sealed. Where am I going? You may very well ask because asking is free in any language but unlike the ocean first I must stop and consider the cost of my answer to you. It bears a price tag like hurt, anger, love, hate, and custom demands I pay up, pay, pay, but time is my master and says, “No, not yet, not till you’re packed and ready to roll down to the mysterious and maybe/perhaps something or other that waits after death.” Am I flexing my muscles and toning my “bod” to carry the load of thoughts spoken or not? No, not yet, I’m too old for that jog but sweatshop reflections an effective workout for the muscles of heart grown lazy unused. And, yes, that’s right, you correctly assume I’ve been sidetracked again away from intent. I was on my way out then turned about face thinking better by far to bow out with grace … until I can know where I’m going to! -------------------------------------------------- (And now for awhile little stories must lie in the mind of one who deserves a good rest but I’ll be back toned and refreshed – maybe/perhaps.) |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Dear Honeybunch - I do hope you return in the not too distant future. Everyone needs a break though now and then that's for sure. Be good to yourself & we will be here with the light on. hugs, Chris ~The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze~ |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen You know how I appreciate you....I will really miss your "little stories" and the wisdom of your poetry. Maybe you could write them and just sent them to me, huh? Please? I wish you the best! |
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