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Basha

In times long gone
          I sighed content
                    breathing in your strength
                            wrapped in the circle of your loving arms
                                  unaware
                                  unconcerned
                                  unafraid
                            of the burdens you
                    bore for me, protected from
            The quest for fire
The search for work

Now you are gone
          My arms circle scared
                    failing the silent criterion
                              passing burdens
                                  sharp edged
                                    to shoulders
                                  too light to bear
                                time left to recapture my loving arms
                    my standing shelter
          Trust turned away
All I need is time

Author notes

Basha is a waterproof canvas or plastic sheet with eyelets or loops in the corners, which is used in camping/outdoor/military situations to act as a shelter, in the form of an impromptu tent, groundsheet etc.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basha_(tarpaulin) -

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  • myrataal silver member
    July 18, 2008
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    Perfect.

    Of course.


  • malmadre gold member
    June 1, 2008

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    Interesting presentation and wording. Burdens passed to shoulders too frail to bear them, having lost the protection of one who carried them before. Open to the harshness of life and its pain..


  • Corvus Corone
    May 17, 2008

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    A well written and delightfully presented piece. I have enjoyed reading. Thank you for entering and good luck


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    August 24, 2007
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    Smart, Rich & enjoyable

    Smart, Rich & Enjoyable...


  • N.W. Clerk
    July 23, 2007
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    Instantly charming to the senses, and thought provoking through and through. Good job!

  • Raven Judge
    July 13, 2007

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    It is becoming funny to me which works pass the poetry/prose test required by this contest and which ones do not. Greater than half the time, works such as this one, which do pass the test, do so because of the metaphysical poetry ideal, rather than the literal poetry reality.

    In keeping with that theme there is a worldly ("the quest for fire / the search for work") and compelling ("time left to recapture my loving arms / my standing shelter") quality that is both evident and consistent within this piece. It is the product of a mind searching not just for answers but for a place to exist. I find that struggle to be one of man's greatest epics - a persistent battle where the honor involved is as easily understood as is the reality that there truly is no end in sight.

    Thank you for your entry.

    ~Das


  • Dreams27
    July 1, 2007
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    a beautfiul piece. and well presented.
    thank you for the entry.
    take care, sam (Dreams27) xxx


  • Night Hope gold member
    April 17, 2007
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    "My arms circle scared
    failing the silent criterion"

    Sighhh...What a sorrowful penning this is, my Friend...Your shelter will be back soon, Scribe...Hold down the fort until she is...I'm glad you appreciate what she is to you...so is she...Good luck in Mary's contest... Wanda


  • Cat gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    there is such need and despair in this piece- makes one lonely just to read it. thank you for entering and leaving a bit of yourself here on this contest

    m


  • rite
    April 17, 2007

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    Form and content in this poem are one. It is shaped in what could perceived to be the B from Basha, a 3 for Trinity or 13 which has a profusion of meanings and alledged meanings. Basha can be split into 1 and Asha, the latter representing truth, creation and order. We (most) are as you write caught in the maelstrom of time that is heading for infinity regardless of what direction in which it travels. A return to the Realm of Immaculate Light. Thank you for creating and sharing and good luck in the contest. Take care,

    U


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    April 16, 2007

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    ah your shelter...... what a fresh write for this contest.....really a poem that reaches way out and brings it home.

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