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Sunday, 6 October 2013

6 October








I swept my chances into a yellow basket

filled with clever blinks and secret handshakes

and the flesh of my dreams

I set it down in a corner of the porch

 for the length of

another human's life time



now there is a nest of ripened stars

where once that basket stood

and so I pull them out one by one

and fly





21 comments:

  1. Enjoyed this... especially the second stanza.

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  2. Oh so cleverly crafted! I love the ripened stars and flight.

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  3. We feel safe in our own basket, but sometime we need to leave it and explore the world.

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  4. 'Ripened stars' from all that - yes, I believe.
    This is a lovely way for me to look at something I do when life, work and extended family worries grow too big and interfere with sleep - I bundle them up into a basket that I set out on the veranda (very spooky that this is what you've written!). Perhaps now I can imagine that they will ripen and appear as stars.

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  5. how magical...when you said you left it for the length of another humans life...i knew it was going to be good...i like the stars you ride...smiles.

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  6. wonderful poem... especially the end

    now there is a nest of ripened stars

    where once that basket stood

    and so I pull them out one by one

    and fly

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  7. Oh! I do love your ripened stars! Wonderful poem!

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  8. I'm still thinking about for the length of another human's life time. So the other person is gone because the basket no longer rests in that corner.

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    1. Or maybe the basket no longer rests there because the other person is gone...or maybe the stuff in the basket changed into starts over time

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  9. love this! - the basket of chances that ripen into stars, allowing one to fly away

    brilliantly crafted

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  10. Oh my goodness, this is richly beautiful, with its basket filled with "the flesh of my dreams", and then the "nest of ripened stars". Really lovely.

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  11. Really liked the image of pulling the stars out one by one and then flying. Loved your wordings.

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  12. It is all about spreading those wings and fly... Lovely write.

    -HA

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  13. Wonderful!! I love this! Great ending!

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  14. "a nest of ripened stars" - a beautiful metaphor

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  15. wow, this is so beautiful and whimsical. almost like a fairy tale!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  16. Each of us will interpret this evocative piece in our own way. When we lose a partner or loved one there is still a basket of memories to hang on to or dispose of. Every decision is hard as part of us is in them too.

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  17. Beautifully crafted and it is like a wonderful fairy tale. A pleasure to read.
    Anna :o]

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  18. I loved this. It made me think of a long marriage and the letting go of children. But it also has other meanings for me. Very nice.

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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