»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #36
»
The seagulls screech
| Open Poetry #36 |
|
The seagulls screech |
|
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
|
She comes from the right side of sweet tinsel town where the roads have been paved with the sweat from her brow and she travels in step with need and desire down to the sea, the sea of her dreams. She sits on a rock like a thinker in stone numb to the beauty of all that she knows until the tide rises up and brings on a wave the pros and cons of moving her toes. And the seagulls screech in mournful release like a death-bell resounding inside of her head and through this cacophony of useless sound the wind screams out, “Go, find the gold!” Silent night, silent night, but no heavenly peace crashes to shore with the one she adores so she goes to the gold on the other side of who she is and what she stands for. And the seagulls screech in mournful release because gold isn’t gold but rather her soul lost now on the wrong side of sweet tinsel town! Helen / 20 December 2005 |
||
| © Copyright 2005 Helen - All Rights Reserved | |||
Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Helen~ There is such a poignancy to the imagery in this piece~ You are certainly a feeling poetess~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
||
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks for the read, Marge. Oh, she doth feel too much, me thinks!  Happy holidays! Helen |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
