because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

doubt

is a dragon
who eats love poems,
chews up their beginnings

and chars my pages
with the white li(n)es
and black letters of regret.

fall has not even
truly fallen, yet we stall out
like gas-starved engines:

sparks that stutter, flame,
consume. will winter find
us hitch-hiking home,

the snow melt sogging
through wet leaves, limp
socks? what can rev up for-

ever, catch us now on fire?
who will teach me, again,
to purr?

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17 responses

  1. nice…some really cool word play joanna….the lies lines….and the dragon eating love poems….the stalled engines starved of gass, is def evocative to me…who will teach us again to purr….nice closure…really like this one joanna…

    October 9, 2012 at 9:08 am

    • thanks, b. *smiles*

      October 11, 2012 at 10:32 pm

  2. Excellent poem, my friend, I echo Brian’s sentiments. There is great imagery here, but moreover, there is sadness and longing, which find their way into my soul, under my skin. Thanks, Mosk

    October 9, 2012 at 10:40 am

    • i guess a poem that gets under your skin is a good thing, yeah? thank you, mosk.

      October 11, 2012 at 10:32 pm

  3. Love the word play and the image choices. All fit the tone beautifully and stays with me after. Very nice.

    October 9, 2012 at 11:28 am

    • thanks, dahling šŸ™‚

      October 11, 2012 at 10:33 pm

  4. expatinCAT

    the first two stanzas a blowtorch to my retina…tight writing with a capital t // peter

    October 9, 2012 at 1:11 pm

    • now there’s an image… thanks much, peter.

      October 11, 2012 at 10:33 pm

  5. Dragons and their voracious appetites.. what better to feed off of but love… well done, I think that the cats are too afraid of dragon recurrences.

    October 9, 2012 at 7:37 pm

    • i think it’s great how everyone sees the dragon/cat disparity, though by the purring i actually wanted to hearken back to the engine… this is what i love about poetry: the many truths it can hold. thanks so much for your thoughtful comment.

      October 11, 2012 at 10:40 pm

  6. hobgoblin2011

    really cool lines. Love the carry over from stanza to stanza and transformation from dragon to cat. Very nicely done. Thanks

    October 10, 2012 at 2:04 am

    • thanks for dropping by. always appreciate your thoughts, goblin. šŸ™‚

      October 11, 2012 at 10:45 pm

  7. Doubt is a dragon that eats love poems and more. Love this write, Joanna.

    October 10, 2012 at 8:20 am

    • thanks, girl! i seem to be on a dragon kick nowadays. šŸ™‚ of course they eat love poems– what else?

      October 11, 2012 at 10:50 pm

  8. fall has not even
    truly fallen, yet we stall out
    like gas-starved engines

    Yes, why should we stall. Why must there be doubts? Very thoughtful verse joanna!

    Hank

    October 11, 2012 at 7:13 am

    • thank you, as always, for dropping in, Hank.

      October 11, 2012 at 10:50 pm

  9. “…will winter find
    us hitch-hiking home,
    the snow melt sogging
    through wet leaves, limp
    socks….” Graphic word picture. Nice post.

    October 13, 2012 at 11:01 am

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