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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Not on the prairie but deep in a dream a little house stands in the manner of need silent, withdrawn, and huddled in form like a woman before the knowing of all. The roof doesn’t squeak or doors bang and creak and the windows still open days into weeks when history returns to live between walls built to endure the fiercest of storms. It could do with a breeze to shatter disease still harboured within the corners and seams and a farewell party for little dust things once happy in summer and round into spring. It’s a house not a home and, oh, how it sighs when a stranger imprints its happier times with norms and customs foreign and false and a tread much too heavy to waltz. It was only a dream and the prairie’s not real but the lady in me moves in sync with the feel to remember and know and hold in my head the intense and emotional dread of the dead. Such is a dream that when spoken must leave but that house on the prairie still grieves! Helen / 3 January 2006 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Very interesting poem, Helen. I see the houses we dream as very significant. Hope your new year started off well.  ....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jo! Maybe the house we dream of is the one that's waiting for us somewhere, sometime. I don't think this one is though because it differs from the design of my ... mystical home - and I'm thinking next to a lake or a river nestled between the trees just high enough to afford a good view at twilight time.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Touchingly beautiful, dear Helen! I woke up this morning remembering a very vivid dream about a house that I was going to buy, insisting that it needed to be in a place where I could see MY LAKE, back in my hometown. Dreams always have a message ... and you convey it very beautifully. Love, Margherita |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
this reminded me of an earlier time for you . . . |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
WOW! so hauntingly beautiful, kept me captivated..thanks for sharing. ~hugs~  Tracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Honey-B This poem reminds me of a wine I once drank. It was not expensive, but went down easy.. A Merlot, when Merlot was not popular.. It was a paradox, simplicity and complexity-mixed, such as is this poem, a mixture of present thought and old...Old-Oak barrel tinted with sweet plum... With a fine, but slightly bitter finish. Thank you for letting me taste your poem.... ______ ___ice ><> |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Margherita - Thanks for the read. They say we all dream every night but there are only a few that I remember and then I only recall the emotion not the vision. It's a pity because I'd like to see this house. Littlewing - Thanks and, yes, you are so right. It seems I am haunted in my dreams by a house - a talking house! tracie66 - Thank you. I appreciate your comment and am glad that you enjoyed. ice - I so very much enjoyed your comment. Brought a smile (not the wine) to my lips. Merlot? Was it ever not popular? Then again, I'm no expert - just know what I like and I like a Merlot every now and again. Thank you for "tasting"! |
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