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No breeze today |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Like mourners together in the open air the trees have nothing to say and there’s no breeze today to help me believe the spark of life is still burning bright beyond my human eye sight turned inwards now into my own plight of grieving the lack of wind through my hair. No crime of mine has stilled the wind to leave the trees somber and sad yet if only, if only, I’d been someone else my seeds might have blossomed and grown and this is the thought that deeply wounds the perceived to be dead and the now alive. I stand somehow in mental attunement with the mystery of death’s dark shadow and smile because I’ve caught the vibe of a vibrant and beautiful woman blowing kisses of love to a father with the heart of a little girl but she turns to me as a woman and welcomes me into the scene. And now when I sleep a touch on my cheeks foretells of a plan come together there in the air where she’s happy and free to blossom her spirit of soul … but I’m counting my sleeps until total belief blows again the wind through my hair! Helen / 3 April 2006 |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen I believe I understand what you are feeling. All I can say for comfort is that time moves on, and soon the breeze will sift your hair in the air and repair.  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how lovely you write about nature!! I enjoyed this! |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
You express yourself so well! I can see and feel the stillness and drying of the trees. Wishing you many gentle breezes. miscellanea |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I too can see and feel the stillness and drying of the trees!!!! This is very good! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"No crime of mine has stilled the wind to leave the trees somber and sad yet if only, if only, I’d been someone else my seeds might have blossomed and grown and this is the thought that deeply wounds the perceived to be dead and the now alive." Nice write Honeybunch. You have a way of pulling the reader along verse by verse. This one sings. JL  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you all so much for the read. This may sing but the sting of a dream can live as if alive in the mind. And, Martie - yes, time does move on ... and on and on and on! |
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sweetberry Member
since 2006-03-29
Posts 125 |
Nicely done! Isn't it funny how nature relates to everything going on in the world within us? I like it... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this is the most powerful piece of poetry I've ever read...amazing, simply amazing... love reading you |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Sweetberry - No, it's not strange at all because we're all in the world together. I'm just happy that I'm not a tree though! LeeJ - It would be even more amazing if you knew (and if I knew) exactly where the thought behind this came from. Wherever and however I still had to search through the rubble of heart to find the positive. Thank you so much for your encouragement. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Absolutely lovely, my friend! Bumping this up and tucking it away. ....jo[This message has been edited by iliana (04-05-2006 11:29 PM).] |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"yet if only, if only, I’d been someone else my seeds might have blossomed and grown" A lovely piece of work Honeybunch. You're a very talented lady. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"And now when I sleep a touch on my cheeks foretells of a plan come together" Always it is good to have a plan. *smile* |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Jo, The Lady, icebox! Plans are such fickle things, you know, and behave as two year old kids screaming one minute determined to win and then rushing off to another adventure. |
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