Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo
A very elegant use of words.
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ReplyDeletewhen you deliver words, connect them to make lines, to full poetry, is like flowers that bloom in the spring, spreading their fragrance displaying their beauty.
ReplyDeleteAthletic and vivid, a run through the conventional to the unconventional metaphor that gets your image of a scarred violet soul flower with lungs in one's head like a Bosch etching. Workmanlike yet graceful. Liked it a lot
ReplyDeleteVery moving poem, Theron. Says a great deal in short lines. "Realizing that even its death had not been worthless" Agree with Diane, elegant usage. Cheers
ReplyDeletegood interplay of nature/self imagery.
ReplyDeleteNice weaving of big images in small phrases. It was a joy to read this.
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ReplyDeleteIts beautiful...
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