Open Poetry #35 |
I read from left to right |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The magic isles of yesteryear silent in retreat lie as abandoned orphans on blueprints of the future indistinctly hanging on a wall of mystery. No dynamite explosion to spread and dissipate the building bricks of time basking so at ease in the sunlight of my life. How unconcerned the lowly sparks of my everyday plot the fire of my demise like an architect draws plans and I am quite amazed at my acquiescence to the aging process. Accepted as a norm, this turn away from youth and hence I suffer the distress born of human consciousness until wrapped, and parceled, and consigned, to the un-conceptualized but seemingly quite real magic isles of invisibility. Plans, blueprints, building bricks, and I read from left to right but present into past, life into death, and I am left surprised at mind’s lack of suppleness to grasp and contort around an all for nought endeavour. Simpleminded and I cry, but one day a knowing smile! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
How unconcerned the lowly sparks of my everyday plot the fire of my demise like an architect draws plans and I am quite amazed at my acquiescence to the aging process. Wow, the entire poem was excellent, but this..this reminds us, that it's out of our control, and hey, mankind loses themselves when they cannot control, but you accept, and realize perhaps not the purpose, but the significance. Well done! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks so much LeeJ. I really do appreciate the read and your comment. I wonder if the mind will ever be strong enough to halt the aging process. I'm testing the system but I guess I'm just not getting it right. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
another good write Helen |
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