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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2006-12-05 06:18 AM

Separated I am nought like a thought before a word
stuck inactive in a void of nonexistence
and in this empty space there exists no passageway
into the realm of expressive love.

And yet with the masses I stand in comradeship
learning all the moves to swallow what’s unused
and every day one by one I ingest the particles
like poison fed deliberately to the innocent.

It’s the self control of feel and the hiding well of me
that melds the joints of freedom to the bones of apathy
and no daily stretch and bend into the commonplace
brings me to the touch and keep of natural release.

So flies the bird of happiness away, away, away,
when he who holds the key remains as a dream!

Helen / 5 December 2006

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2006-12-05 07:28 AM

Helen, I know this feeling

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2006-12-05 09:22 AM

It’s the self control of feel and the hiding well of me
that melds the joints of freedom to the bones of apathy
and no daily stretch and bend into the commonplace
brings me to the touch and keep of natural release.

Helen, your a master poet...this was indeed deep at its best....

Interloper

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

3 posted 2006-12-05 09:49 AM

1derful write

Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

4 posted 2006-12-05 10:20 AM

Thanks Dixie, LeeJ, and Interloper, for the read. Your comments are much appreciated.

twinkyfl1
Member

since 2006-12-15

Posts 133
florida

5 posted 2006-12-17 07:22 PM

This is powerful stuff.

And yet with the masses I stand in comradeship, learning all the moves to swallow what’s unused, and every day one by one, I ingest the particles like poison fed deliberately to the innocent.

I'll need some time to ingest all the implications of this piece.

This particular piece of poetry, for me, brings out the best of what poetry is about, and that is, that it allows each and every one of us to look for the truth that resides in all of us.

It gives us the courage to do that, when otherwise, left to our own devices, we would avoid the truth like the plague. For let's face it, the truth can hurt like the dickens.

Personally, I feel that poets are one of the best breed of people out there, because whether we recognize it or not, we are constantly rooting inside ourselves for the truth, no matter where that may lead us, then we turn around and graciously share it with the masses.

So, let's hear it for the poets, both far and wide. HIP, HIP HURRAY

To thy own self be true

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant

since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

6 posted 2006-12-18 03:54 AM

I enjoyed this RDB

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