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
I can taste your words and I am so honored that you took a photo of mine and turned it into such beauty. Thank you Theron.ReplyDelete
Great - love the reference to Mary Shelley - beautiful sensuous imageryReplyDelete
Love the song, Diana's image, and your poem is inspiring. The sound of heels down the hall uplifting one's spirits... it's little details like that; your expression of feeling (not without imagery) is excellent.ReplyDelete
WONDERFUL writing to go with this photo of Diana's, truly beautiful. Can nearly hear the echoing of heels... :)~AprilReplyDelete
haha that is awesome...mary shelly wrote sequels...killer line...walking around like a toddler...nice...great love poem.ReplyDelete
"Like the oxygen
was suddenly richer
and there was bliss
in my brain."
Lovely choice of photo and words Theron. Really laughed at the Mary Shelley reference. Thank you for being awesome!ReplyDelete
Lovely words, lovely pace :)ReplyDelete
..My sunrise wasReplyDelete
the sound of your
heels on the hall....this is awesome..
Great music and wonderful words.ReplyDelete
Rockin' start - finishing with the blazing the taste of sunrise tangerines and blood oranges - who could ask for more passion than that? Beautiful work. Thanks, Gay @beachannyReplyDelete
I like it. Make sure you squeeze all the juice.ReplyDelete
One Love-Tiger Windwalker
Well done. I especially like Mary Shelley's sequels and that tall toddler.ReplyDelete
That last stanza just blew me away, as I said on Twitter. Really vivid imagery and the photo complimented! well done.ReplyDelete
each analogy/simile more powerful than the last. and how could one possibly go wrong on an end note of blood oranges? ;)ReplyDelete
Perfect picturisation.. waiting enjoyed and cherished... in words...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Ohh.... what a beauty this was!! Romantic to the letter!! The analogies were as delicious as those tangerines! :)ReplyDelete
"Italian volcano juice" -- LOVED the image this formed in my mind...
Love..so perfectly expressed... (sigh)
I just went aaaaaahh on reading this one shot...
OMG! How beautiful...ReplyDelete
The moment your skinReplyDelete
was on mine
Mary Shelley wrote