Open Poetry #37 |
Mighty Concrete |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
So … concrete alive in dispute has set my life’s cornerstone into a tower of wishes and dreams and tossed my plans to the wind like the casing of a spiritual love self-destructs through the advent of age, trauma and trial, heartache besides, or simply the will to die. I once had a plan for aged bones near to the sea or a lake, a forest of trees, a you and a me, and the sun rising up to love but concrete has claimed my plan, my sky, land, light, my breath, and so possessed stares when I speak, cares not when I weep, and projects no empathy. And this ogre of modern day needs and harbinger of the depressed an incredible foe of intolerable will bent on a course of destruction for all in the path of its growth. But concrete is dead unable to bend except when I dream a sweet fantasy of the strong and un-pliable kind but dreams aren’t in sync with time and fantasy feigns the deed of adding a dash of purpled hope into my daily sunsets. The sun, the sun, the setting sun, love, and I cannot see, hear, feel, but there is a good side; concrete deadens the eyes, the senses and every smile, in order for life to happily dance to the beat of a hardened heart. Concrete, oh, concrete, oh, mighty concrete you live when dead and I cannot pretend I’m in favour of “living again”. Helen / 16 January 2006 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
“And this ogre of modern day needs and harbinger of the depressed an incredible foe of intolerable will bent on a course of destruction for all in the path of its growth.” Helen, I just awoke after a 10 minute nap....lol. I had fallen asleep reading “The Emerald Tablets.” Oddly enough, I interpreted the above as going right along with something I read there. I understand where you are coming from...forces of darkness, whether our own or empowered by another source of darkenss, are running rampant. I happen to believe that everything ultimately turns to light and I’m going to hold onto that thought. Concrete, oh, concrete, oh, mighty concrete” you live when dead and I cannot pretend I’m in favour of “living again”.” LOL..definitely not if I come back as concrete! I know how you feel. I do get tired. I waiver on the subject a little though. Sending a big hug tonight. ...jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Jo. In this case it's definitely concrete as we know the concrete jungles in which some of us live but I'll be checking out your link. Helen (Oh, and 10 minute naps are absolutely necessary sometimes to blow the cobwebs away and force the spiders elsewhere) |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"The sun, the sun, the setting sun, love, and I cannot see, hear, feel, but there is a good side; concrete deadens the eyes, the senses and every smile, in order for life to happily dance to the beat of a hardened heart." Helen dear...I'm thinking that concrete would make a good background to the vibrant life force that is you. But, I do know what you mean. "pave paradise, put in a parkinglot"! It makes one hungry for green grass and trees!! |
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abbymatilda Junior Member
since 2003-12-22
Posts 35 |
This is so special. There's a lot of dark in this world but in between the dark places there are so many currents of light! A thought-provoking poem!! Abby |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Martie - What an interesting thought - then I could bounce back at myself and vibrate at a greater speed. It's all in the vibration, you know, the where we are and what we see. Most of paradise has been paved already and many are hungry though perhaps not knowing it. Abby - Thank you for the read and, yes, there is much light inbetween - sometimes just requires a bit of a treasure hunt. |
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