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Yesteryear |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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I usually post the following two poems together. YESTERYEAR Rusty Memories 4 April 2001 Dark lagoon, ship-starred sea, summer moon, night-cooled breeze, a Vienna waltz that the orchestra plays, rainbow lights, folds of gossamer whispering blues, swirling, twirling on dancing feet light as froth, all attuned… “Come, on. I need to get groceries.” Silent halls with leaves blown in through broken panes call to me, knowing I dance to the pain of their rusty memories Mystic Garden Tower 4 April 2001 Creeper-graced of midnight green, Rapunzel stairway to a locked door. Silence reigns and seeps deep into my soul. Even the birds have abandoned their haunts... Not an owl will call. They know, they know but we don’t know what they know they know. - Owl |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
You just made me see a stairwell that leads to a doorway leading to many doorways on cobbled paths with leaves strewn, dead leaves, rusted and a balcony with a woman up there - her singing floating along and inside that room she is alight . . . amazing. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Actually, littlewing, you are so very close with that. When I was 10 years old, my mother and I went on holiday to a boarding house on the beach next to a lagoon (Uvongo, if Honeybunch reads this - and still Uvongo if she doesn't!). Across the lagoon, was a very grand hotel called La Crête. There was a very steep pathway from the lagoon up to it, and my imagination painted beautiful mysterious pictures of great elegance. When I was in my late 40's and dating a very pragmatic boyfriend, he and I came upon the hotel by chance. It was abandoned and had a few broken window panes and we wandered around in the grounds and climbed in through the broken windows and I saw it in 0y imagination in what must have been its former glory and found it so very sad that all that was lost. The tower was there too and we climbed up the steps to a locked door. The only part you added was the maiden singing in the burning tower (a lovely touch, I must say). The boyfriend dragged me away to go and buy his silly groceries. Thanks for reading and enjoying it. - Owl |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Diana~ How beautifully you pen a moment in time~ I enjoyed your 'explanation' also~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thanks Marge. It was a very special experience. - Owl |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Really enjoyed rusty memories in particular, the reality, because in moments like that, of sheer beauty that it could be fantasy, it is so often broken by a (often rather annoying) call from reality, eg a bored partner, a parent, family, a car thats trying to get past you..haha when you are so still and silent in the midst of really seeing something.) I admire the way you allowed the real, some would leave it out for following convention, like the whole unspoilt magical fantasy. But this is beautiful, a REAL moment in time. Sorry for going on, just wanted you to know i appreciated it, made me think of moments like that. and i'm keeping it.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Diana - I've not been around too much but after reading this I'm going to make my way through your poetry. Yes, I can see it all - the bygone days you describe so eloquently. Uvongo - yes, I know the town but haven't visited for many years. Perhaps it hasn't changed much in all that time. Glad you're here.  Helen |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Gemjop, I am blown away by your response. I think your poetry is magical and exquisite - like the perfect notes of a birdcall - and I read every one of yours that I find. For such a poet to respond to one of mine like this, is a great honour. Thank you. Honeybunch! Fellow South African! I am so glad you found my poem, but especially my Uvongo response. To be writing about a place that somebody has visited, is so great! Thank you for reading and for your response. - Owl |
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