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OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

0 posted 2006-06-27 03:00 PM

COUNT THE CLOUDS
29 March 2006

In and out the dusty bluebells . . .
hopping and skipping
(no wonder they’re dusty)
backwards and forwards
amongst the knights’ steeds
and the solemn bishops,
tag, you’re it
and now it’s you
and the marionettes
go this way and that
knowing it will all
end
unresolved
for both . . .

- Owl

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

1 posted 2006-06-27 03:07 PM

very wise, and you are aptly named...
this made me sad...but realize the necessity of this...

brilliant

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2006-06-27 03:46 PM

Thank you very much, Lee. You make me feel very honoured. Yes it is sad that such things are true.

- Owl

Greeneyes

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since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

3 posted 2006-06-27 03:59 PM

counting clouds can be hard somedays.....

And so it those we live with
and should know who elude us
But we can still love them
we can love completely
without complete understanding

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2006-06-27 04:29 PM

Thank you Greeneyes. Yes it is, literally and emotionally. Your response reminded me of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry saying that the Little Prince must have been very sad the day he moved his chair to view 44 (was it 44?) sunsets.

- Owl

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

5 posted 2006-06-27 10:43 PM

Pensive and oh, so, well written, Diana. We could learn all we need to know of life in your work.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

6 posted 2006-06-28 01:04 AM

Thanks and wow! Kate. I feel incredibly honoured.

- Owl

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

7 posted 2006-06-28 02:12 AM

I knew this one would be outstanding by its title and the author

Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

8 posted 2006-06-28 07:13 AM

Yes, such things are so true of "life". Great write, Diana!

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

9 posted 2006-06-28 02:12 PM

Dixie, what a kind comment! I feel very honoured indeed! You have no idea how well-timed it was! Thank you. I hope all is well with your daughter.

Yes, sadly so, Helen. Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

- Owl

Cari07
Junior Member

since 2006-06-28

Posts 33
Missouri, US of A

10 posted 2006-06-28 10:40 PM

So you know, I'm afraid to sound like an idiot. So you know, my first comment on this site was a total goofup. I read the poem, made my comment, then read the poem again and realized that I totally missed the point of a piece. So my comment looked very intelligent haha.

Anyhow, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that your poem reminded me of a very beautiful game of chess. I love the idea of throwing up dust on blue bells. Very pretty.

*CaRi*

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

11 posted 2006-06-28 10:50 PM

Extremely well penned Diana!!
Hugs~Nancy

Don't bring me down now,
let me stay here for awhile
You know life's too short,
let me bathe here in your smile.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

12 posted 2006-06-29 02:35 PM

Thank you Cari. Never be afraid to make mistakes or say you don't understand. I am an ex-schoolteacher, and I admitted mistakes or not understanding to my pupils when it was true and they respected me for it. Yes, playing games was the point of my poem. Chess was just one of them. When I was a very young child, there was a game we played where we skipped in and out a circle of children to words I forget, except for "in and out the dusty bluebells". Then Tag is another game. Manipulating puppets is another. The poem was about a man who was playing games with me. I played back for a while, before wisely withdrawing when I saw that neither of us would win, neither together (a Win/Win solution, as I had hoped), nor seperately.

Thank you Nancy. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.

- Owl

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

13 posted 2006-06-29 09:10 PM

Diana....
perhaps it is the difference
between your venacular, and mine;
but I enjoyed the skip between yard
and zones, knowing that everything we do
is a game of chance; a war of right, and
rite...

You are a very talented woman...

please, never stop writing.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

14 posted 2006-06-30 01:39 PM

Wow, Karilea! That is such an honour, coming from one as talented as you! Thank you! I am trying not to be embarassed (especially after what I said to Cari) by the fact that I don't understand what you mean by the skip between "yard and zones" and I'd love to know.

- Owl

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