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

that which withers (may sometimes be conjured again)

in riverwater, like in summer songs,
there is no fear, only
longing. we have never

once swum naked, never sunk
our suspicions in dark rivermud
to drown with all their scrapmetal

hearts; instead we bury them
in the backyard of the co-
habitation we both agree

was too soon, next
to the roses by the bleached-
bone fence. i miss your

honeysuckle, the pulling
sweet drips of you
with my tongue. i long

for a good, hard
stretch of new growth,
a backwards of time,

depths that brighten
in sunlight. i want
to plant lavender

and strawberries, shoo
away the stale that
creeps damp-wise

into us. i am
bareso(u)led. & tired
of pruning.

22 responses

  1. Pruning is the most thankless job – all harsh, unforgiving. Yet hopefully it will extend the life of plants, of love, of desire. A beautiful metaphor. Really like the way you handled this poem, especially the honeysuckle.

    February 25, 2014 at 4:44 pm

    • Thank you, Marina. The honeysuckle seems to be the favorite part of many!

      February 26, 2014 at 9:38 am

  2. Lavender and honeysuckle… instead of bramble and bushes.. I really think this works so well.. but sometimes reality of life brings us back to pruning.

    February 25, 2014 at 5:02 pm

    • Eh. Reality is what you make of it, I guess. And pruning can be cleansing at times. Thanks, Björn!

      February 26, 2014 at 9:44 am

  3. whew….the burying them in the back yard of cohabitation…as opposed to letting them sink in the mud with the steel hearts….
    i am all for the new life over that which creeps….really fine progression in this joanna

    February 25, 2014 at 5:13 pm

    • thanks, brian. i’m all for it, too! smiles.

      February 26, 2014 at 9:52 am

  4. Great quiet tale here. Loved all the natural allusions, esp the line

    ” i long

    for a good, hard
    stretch of new growth”

    Keep growing – it hurts because it’s making you stronger. Big ups for the little lady- Mosk

    February 25, 2014 at 6:16 pm

    • thanks, Mosk. it’s good to hear from you. and it’s good to be writing something that has a (sorta) positive spin to it. 🙂

      February 26, 2014 at 10:01 am

  5. scrbwly

    cohabitation we both agree was too soon… that gonna stay with me

    February 25, 2014 at 6:55 pm

    • hopefully it’s not too close to heart. thanks for stopping by!

      February 26, 2014 at 10:06 am

  6. This just spoke to my middle aged heart about love long held and nurtured

    February 25, 2014 at 7:02 pm

    • i think it fits for a heart of any age having known a love that has started to sour… but it still hopefully speaks of hope. 🙂

      February 26, 2014 at 10:09 am

  7. Good thing is good.

    Major props on the imagery.

    February 25, 2014 at 10:11 pm

    • thanks, wanderer.

      February 26, 2014 at 10:14 am

  8. jodyo70

    “Shoo away the stale that creeps damp wise into us…” A good marriage takes constant stepping back, looking again, saying ‘does this look right?’ and pruning away when it doesn’t.
    Great write!
    From another Joanna (Jody) . 🙂

    February 25, 2014 at 10:12 pm

    • Thank you, Joanna! 😉

      February 26, 2014 at 10:20 am

  9. New and healthy growth, with a little help from the pruning shears … Lovely and truly thought provoking words above, makes me long so for lazy, hazy crazy, days of summer. xPenx

    February 26, 2014 at 10:15 am

    • yes! i am soo ready for spring! 🙂 thanks, Pen!

      February 26, 2014 at 10:28 am

  10. This is gorgeous!

    February 27, 2014 at 8:03 am

    • thanks, lady! 🙂

      February 27, 2014 at 12:25 pm

  11. Loved the analogy -with life,love and the rest of it-enjoyed the rich texture of this piece:-)

    February 27, 2014 at 5:34 pm

  12. Rise above

    Well done

    “. i miss your

    honeysuckle, the pulling
    sweet drips of you
    with my tongue. i long

    for a good, hard
    stretch of new growth,
    a backwards of time,”

    May 1, 2014 at 12:43 pm


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