Open Poetry #38 |
Tap-tap, knock-knock ... |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Tap-tap, knock-knock, bang-bang, the forerunners to a good scream, retire to the shade of an old oak tree and make as if dead in the dirt for life has supped on intense energy and broken the bones of the matter. Beckon they do to a harboured scream but this just a tool with no point can’t access the will to rent the air for lack of desired outcomes and so the door, the heart of it all, stands still as an oaf smug and secure in the knowledge of own importance. But behind, behind, love lies behind that solid and staid façade or is it inside, deep, deep, inside the core of the once alive because I believe (unless I’m deceived) there’s always a push for the better building up muscle and need to allow me, allow me, my dream! Helen / 3 August 2006 |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wonderful!! I loved the middle stanza and the last lines especially |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Dream on, sweet honey! A delightful read from your dreamily delightful pen! Loves 'n hugs, Linda |
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the quell Member
since 2006-07-19
Posts 144Liverpool, UK |
Wow; very powerful stuff. And quite enigmatic (by which I mean I didn't fully understand it, but that's my lack of wit at work) I enjoyed much They aren't flaps; they're my face! |
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