(part 3 of 3)
Weary and milk-mild i stand
ankle-deep in wet sand, each
footprint a burden more than the last
as i head away from the solace
of heavy waters and
back toward solid ground.
And yeah, this road has a heartbeat,
hums with the rhythm of some gypsy dance
lost to the world centuries ago…
But i’ve
run up somehow on the sidewalk,
lost control of fortune’s wheel and now
the stones you’ve thrown into the gears
make it hard
to start any fire at all;
glass shards like stars
sparkle
across cheeks who’ve
seen too many streams of blackest mascara
raining in through a late
autumn night;
meanwhile steam rises
out from under the hood
like the ghost of a lover
i thought i’d forgotten,
wish i
could forget.
I tell myself i’m happy,
unfold myself from the driver’s seat
and start walking; maybe,
Maybe this winter
will be easier than the last,
holding hope beyond the frost;
maybe my breath with steamy
tomorrows will dream yet
in tachycardia, untame and
headstrong like the pulse
of the ocean…
Maybe.
But let’s
keep this between us as
these are secrets
for a December
that no man yet has seen.
the tenth muse 
Glad to check you out again..
Awesome as always..
Peace
Fucking A, you are not one for half measures, are you? Hadn’t checked out your page in a while but figured I would drop in to see what was new. I happily re-read the poem a few times over to absorb the themes and images but as always, your phrasing and word choice belie a sharp minded poet with a talent for picking out the right image to match up with the emotion in your poetry. I admire your talent; you never disappoint with your poems.
crb.
thanks, crb. i’ve been off my rhythm for a bit, as you can see from the dearth of posts. 🙂 glad you liked this one; i’m not sure how i feel about it yet; started out as part of a group piece, so a lot of the imagery/themes were what i was given to start with. no doubt there are drafts and drafts still to go…
need to get back by your own site and check you out too. like i say, i’m a little behind…
cheers
jsl
Shit happens & life gets busy, I can dig that. Interesting note on the poem orig. being a group project. Sounds very much of your voice. Well, looking forward to seeing more of your poetry whenever you get time. Later dude.
crb.
Love is the most overused emotion there is, yet it is the most inspiring — such a paradox, yet you seem to dance well in its darkness, but still there is a little light at the end of the tunnel … yes? This is very creatively written.
Thank you for visiting me.
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we love your poetry,
we miss your talent,
keep sharing…
it is okay to doubt yourself at times,
like I did last night, a tech issue, post gone bad, not sure my fault or what happened..
it takes time, dedication, and persistence to succeed.
beautiful poem,
love the honesty, colorfulness, and FULL emotions in it.
xx
great poem. loved the line – weary and milk-mild – nice job!
Gorgeous. Love your way with words.
Oh, Wow.
This is exquisite.
I love the setup of your blog, too. I used to have a black background–then went more journalistic–but you make me want to go artsy again.
Your bio is very interesting–nice to “meet” another person who realized they were a poet at 7. 😉
Cheers
Heather
Reason, industrialarts– thanks for stopping back by, and for your kind words; you’re welcome back any time!
Jingle, how can i say thank you enough for your unending support and encouragement of all of us? it’s good to be back. 🙂
Amias– dancing in the darkness of love is a great metaphor… well put, and thanks for dropping in.
Heather, i’ve been through several layouts here as well; i really like the photographic themes & would definitely recommend them.
Nice to meet you too!
Rally on,
jsl
Strong, potent and involving from the first line; excellent, sharp pictures injected directly into the brain with lines like “and now
the stones you’ve thrown into the gears
make it hard
to start any fire at all…” a metaphor that might be mixed except where it’s not…really really liked it, and thanks for coming by my place to lure me over here–wish I’d come sooner.
~hw
very poignant… I especially loved the last stanza:
Maybe.
But let’s
keep this between us as
these are secrets
for a December
that no man yet has seen.
~
exact and gorgeously said.
You’ve outdone yourself with this one
This is so powerful–the descriptive details compete for 1st place with the feelings you evoke.
Really powerful! I liked how you poem didn’t sink into selfpity, but rather stayed powerful and poignant! Well done!
Very strong emotion here. I like the layout, it works well with the passion.
beautiful and soooo emotional. I could see myself in it….
“glass shards like stars
sparkle
across cheeks who’ve
seen too many streams of blackest mascara
raining in through a late
autumn night;”
i loved this line most.
i wish you love and happiness.
how beautiful, your way with words, Siubhan 🙂
wonderfully versed poem..
liv2write, Jessica, Leo– a visit from you guys is always a pleasure. Thanks for the wonderful
feedback and for dropping in. 🙂
hedgewitch, i enjoy coming perilously close to mixing my metaphors; glad you appreciated. and so glad to have come across your work as well!
Leigh-Anne, Thanks. the ending was probably my favorite part as well.
Richard– You think? I’m still a little on the fence about it. Took a leaf out of your book, working on this as part of a collaboration. Really glad you like it; it’s encouraging. Thanks for dropping by.
bward, belladonna– there was definitely a strong element of “self” in this piece. happy it found some resonance. Thanks.
ciao all, 🙂
jsl
You have a way of expression that is really moving.
JP
wow… beautiful, painful and profound! I enjoyed it!
This is truly an amazing poem. I didn’t just read it, I felt it.
Emotional, involved piece – an expressive piece with some fine descriptions. Great contribution to the Rally!
nicely done
tasi, Seasweetie, thanks for your words; glad this touched you.
Monica, Chris, you are too kind! thanks for stopping in.
somewhere else– likewise. and i love your nick by the way. 🙂
chers,
jsl
this is an epic tale. I could see this being the lyrics to an incredible metal song… these lines were killer (and my favorites):
“Maybe this winter
will be easier than the last,
holding hope beyond the frost;”
poem on…
cool. 🙂
Such perfectly chosen words….loved the flow of this, along with the deep emotion conveyed….thank you for sharing.
Brilliant! I’m so glad I found this to read it! The secrets of December, of winter, of how to make this season bearable and pleasant, many times in my mind and no words better than yours to say it!
aw! thanks so much! and i’ll be sure to join in the potluck soon 🙂
jsl
Hello, how are you?
you are invited to join our potluck week 12 at Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Write a poem fitting our week 12 theme (Nature, Plants, Creations & The Cosmos), post it, and link in to our potluck, you are also allowed to link in unrelated poems. we are open Sunday, 8pm, American central time.
We value your contribution on previous weeks, Hope to see you in.
Let me know if you have questions.
xoxox
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Glad to Land at your fantastic poetry land today,
How are you?
Love your poetry talent, Please join us at Jingle Poetry Monday potluck tonight,
First time participants can link in 1 to 3 old poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!
Happy Monday/Tuesday!
Hope to see you in.
xxx
Beautifully written. Love the way…. you play with words 🙂
All the best
marinela x
thanks, marinela. sorry it took so long to reply, but i really appreciate your dropping by. 🙂
jsl
I think I found some magic and somehow mundane does NOT fit 🙂
I have a new favorite. I love the imagery – your writing strikes just the right balance of creating a picture for the reader, detailed but not tying them down to your experience, room to fit it to their own. That’s a gift.
Amazing
thanks, daphne! 🙂