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Yankee Go Home
You courted a force of nature
A sassy Southern girl with
Molasses in her voice and
Eyes like an adventure
Waiting to happen
In the heat of Alabama summer
We wed beneath an oak tree
And joined the spruce and the magnolia
Not knowing there are many
Kinds of evergreen
I followed you from my homeland
Not recognizing your ways or
The way wind and water combine
To make a storm that can
Tear houses apart
I took root in a fertile place
But everything I planted
Refused to grow and all
The fruits I sought to bear you
Withered on the vine
It has been ten years of wind
And strange weather
Of cold and hostile people
And now I am a fading flower
White leaves turned brown and curling
My ways are not your ways
And my days are marked now by
The feeling that I may never sing again
You are still the man I love but
The sorghum stiffens when the mercury drops
I will never leave you and you will
Never leave your home so what
Does that make me—a fool who
Sold her birthright or just another woman
Who sacrificed herself for love
I keep asking but I’ve learned not to expect an answer
A sassy Southern girl with
Molasses in her voice and
Eyes like an adventure
Waiting to happen
In the heat of Alabama summer
We wed beneath an oak tree
And joined the spruce and the magnolia
Not knowing there are many
Kinds of evergreen
I followed you from my homeland
Not recognizing your ways or
The way wind and water combine
To make a storm that can
Tear houses apart
I took root in a fertile place
But everything I planted
Refused to grow and all
The fruits I sought to bear you
Withered on the vine
It has been ten years of wind
And strange weather
Of cold and hostile people
And now I am a fading flower
White leaves turned brown and curling
My ways are not your ways
And my days are marked now by
The feeling that I may never sing again
You are still the man I love but
The sorghum stiffens when the mercury drops
I will never leave you and you will
Never leave your home so what
Does that make me—a fool who
Sold her birthright or just another woman
Who sacrificed herself for love
I keep asking but I’ve learned not to expect an answer
Published 17th May 2015
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4th Jun 2015 5:54pm
Ahhh, FindingZoe, luv ~ :-*
This poem is so incredibly amazing. Full of depth and perception, anguish and the transcendence of agony, realization of strength, self-doubt and such an abiding sense of life and love despite the melancholy pervading the corners, lurking about the edges, filling the crevasses.
Your erotica is excellent, but this is another order entirely, encompassing the ebb and flow of the whole of it, of us, of the web of life, the sensuality inherent in all things, the depth residing within us all, and the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
You have the rare gift of clear-sighted introspection and the ability to apply it to the larger questions. How marvelous you are, luv! :-*
This poem is so incredibly amazing. Full of depth and perception, anguish and the transcendence of agony, realization of strength, self-doubt and such an abiding sense of life and love despite the melancholy pervading the corners, lurking about the edges, filling the crevasses.
Your erotica is excellent, but this is another order entirely, encompassing the ebb and flow of the whole of it, of us, of the web of life, the sensuality inherent in all things, the depth residing within us all, and the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
You have the rare gift of clear-sighted introspection and the ability to apply it to the larger questions. How marvelous you are, luv! :-*
