Helen Howell resides in Bedfordview, South Africa. Her journey into the world of writing began in the year 2000 and the insights, thoughts, and feelings presented to you here are those of an ordinary woman who feels that she has been privileged to touch on the outline of life’s true meaning.
That touch is displayed here for readers to determine according to individual and personal perceptions.
If you would like to contact Helen you can email her at helen@dreamtimepoetry.com
The shed of one’s true glory into the happenstance of life a prerequisite to forgetfulness yet the bough from which it came sways in the breeze of time and taps on window panes draped with essential veils. The veils are made to last and they keep the truth at bay like clouds on summer days [...]
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Old days, old times, old faces, smiles, revolve in tandem in the mind and this at night when all is still except the drone of spirit will. I listen to that drone at night; ‘tis silent when the brain takes flight into the mix and blend of days that begat both pleasure and the pain. [...]
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Today I am within this time where space is violated by crates of limitation stacked one upon the other in and around mind’s innocence. ‘tis the crates that keep the mind well and truly confined and there is no disgrace until the moment comes for clearing out the store of the implanted. Sometimes it’s done, [...]
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I know I made a vow sometime before the lie but of vows they disappear when the circumstance of life overtakes and suffocates what was meant to be and substitutes a fallacy. I cannot say they’re fickle or simply do not care but rather that they’re fluid and seep between the gaps of determined ignorance [...]
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It’s just a trickle not a flood that courses down the cheeks of one when sadness overwhelms the day and empathy takes precedence. The reach and stretch to disengage loses force and lies dismayed within the heart and mind, the soul, of one bound up in love. And how to cut the strings of love [...]
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Then unto the anguished there came a sense of peace but I know it can be shattered by misaligned perceptions created by a human mind. And that mind forward marches the soul into despair when the lines between the real/unreal are frail and delicate. I layer them; I do sometimes when love is fulsome, free [...]
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It’s life that gathers moss and “stuff” and packs it all in plastic bags not sure if now’s the time or not to throw it all away. They sit in cupboards, nooks, crannies, and cause the overflow of past to crowd and suffocate the new like demons that askew the mind. And it takes a [...]
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There was music once and melodies, singers, dancers, props and spots, and changing scenes from good to bad until the curtain fell to ground. It lay inert disguised as death as heads in silence bowed respect. The players gone, the exit shone, and minds as one moved on again. The play of life in coffins [...]
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Free and weightless floating there lost thoughts in me like breathing air dispatch desire and need to sky and draw me up like smoke from fire. Crushing blows and then dismay turn nights to days in life’s foray but love, illusive love, lays down its heart and soul into the ground. It should fight and [...]
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Sometimes there comes a day when one thinks to turn the table and dine on the other side of life as it seems to be. And then there are other days when all of this life holds sway and the dished up fare though grandiose holds no appeal for the hungry. It’s an evil plot [...]
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Helen's enlightened journey is now available in her five published poetry books:
Beneath The Ordinary
Simply Love
In Africa, South Africa
Moments
Dream Woman
Dreamtime Poetry was voted one of the top 40 poetry blogs by 'Guide to Art Schools'
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