Open Poetry #35 |
How knowing ... |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Wise are the ears to hear in a crowd the plea of a pebble down on the ground to arise as a boulder large and stately in belief of a power, the great Almighty. Keen are the eyes of limitless sky to spot at a distance the beauty of life multiplying and changing but never to leave the storehouse of mind’s enlarged memory. But how knowing the trees of mankind’s greed and the sea in denial of hostility still believes and behaves exactly the same as it did in the days before I was made. Then there is me with a need to be true and embrace the fullness of a new view like a mother, a lover, a friend, human being, saved from disease and internal bruising. But how knowing I am of seasons and tides and the overpowering need of these times to uphold the system of death and destruction as a reason to not try for perfection. Mortal senses; do they perhaps lie or merely confine the wisdom of mind? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
another thought-provking piece |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks for the read, Dixie. I wish I could shut my head down for a bit but wishes like dreams seem not to come true. |
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