»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #37
»
Winter, cold winter
| Open Poetry #37 |
|
Winter, cold winter |
|
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
|
Tall oak trees cling to earth in remembrance of their birth when the winter of this life strips beauty from the body and removes protective canopies that shade our rocky roads. And to stand in nakedness no blessing and gift token to the newly made aware who reach and stretch in panic for the cover-ups of old. Slowly in the change from desperation to the known gratuities emerge to settle all the fear but love doesn’t disappear like leaves from tall oak trees in the winter, cold winter, of apparent disavowal. Through the budding and the fall, through the knowing and withdrawal, love to me like sand to trees until seasons cannot barter for the beauty of a soul! Helen / 20 May 2006 |
||
| © Copyright 2006 Helen - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Helen If I took a guess at this, I would say you are writing about corruption, the withdrawal of funds and the innocent hurt yet again, by the greed of the powerful Dave |
||
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Dave - Thanks for the read. Many elements of life are open for corruption - even love - and the greed of the powerful is simply everywhere. We can't escape but we can decide how much and for how long we allow it to hurt. We have children here committing terrible acts of brutality and this makes me wonder about innocence but we can only look to ourselves and our own particular choices in life. But I write of love in the face of ... winter! Helen |
||
|
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
