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Violets
And i thought she never loved..
Just carroused....
Auntie Vi...
My mother would look at me fierce When i was young and
Talked and talked about
The wild harlot in purple
Worn all the time...
I asked Auntie why once...
"Suits" she said eyes dancing...
And here i sit in Auntie Vi's attic by candle light...
The answer etched elegantly on three shale pieces in front of me..
A fine layer of paint the color of her tattered dress, always worn...
A Triptych of love...
Woman holding Woman in a field of violets...
Just carroused....
Auntie Vi...
My mother would look at me fierce When i was young and
Talked and talked about
The wild harlot in purple
Worn all the time...
I asked Auntie why once...
"Suits" she said eyes dancing...
And here i sit in Auntie Vi's attic by candle light...
The answer etched elegantly on three shale pieces in front of me..
A fine layer of paint the color of her tattered dress, always worn...
A Triptych of love...
Woman holding Woman in a field of violets...
Published 29th Feb 2016
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29th Feb 2016 9:59pm
Beautiful,baby girl...
And I thought she never loved..
Just carroused...
I adore finding out things about loved ones,that shatter everything I thought I knew about them...It's a fresh perspective, and new found respect...like a reset button or something.
Looove this
-L+W
Jmrs
And I thought she never loved..
Just carroused...
I adore finding out things about loved ones,that shatter everything I thought I knew about them...It's a fresh perspective, and new found respect...like a reset button or something.
Looove this
-L+W
Jmrs
29th Feb 2016 10:17pm
Thank you sweetness...very much! It was the one you were suposed to respond to on Quick write...lol...i do what you did allllll the time on that...ill be off on the second page...and its the 5th...lol...left you my words and story...
Talk later doll....out now.
Big hug
Love
Jen
Talk later doll....out now.
Big hug
Love
Jen
29th Feb 2016 10:30pm
Really enjoyed the read Jen though I had to 'set it out differently' in my mind to fully get the flow of your words ...
Guess I became all the characters in the poem ... :)
Purple or shades of, is the colour for dignity ....
Guess I became all the characters in the poem ... :)
Purple or shades of, is the colour for dignity ....
29th Feb 2016 10:39pm
I loved the sentimentality of this piece. My favorite line:
I asked Auntie why once...
"Suits" she said eyes dancing...
it's the "eyes dancing" that doers it for me. That image invites me in to a secret place. Plus, there is the cryptic "Suits". adds a layer of mystery.
Well done. i love the subtly
I asked Auntie why once...
"Suits" she said eyes dancing...
it's the "eyes dancing" that doers it for me. That image invites me in to a secret place. Plus, there is the cryptic "Suits". adds a layer of mystery.
Well done. i love the subtly
Anonymous
29th Feb 2016 10:54pm
I'm with Kate on this one. It is absolutely lovely once I figured out the flow of all the characters!
It is an intimate look at an intimate secret. Well done!
It is an intimate look at an intimate secret. Well done!
29th Feb 2016 11:08pm
The song of your remembrance of this woman took me deep into nostalgia my love. The last line revealed the secret which held me in suspense. Soft pastel beuay enchanted me. This took me far back into a Lost World of the heart.
Love you and this one especially,
John
Love you and this one especially,
John
29th Feb 2016 11:44pm
Sweet, gentle, sentimental. Lovely write dear poet Jen. god girl you have such a diverse pen :-)
1st Mar 2016 2:12am
Nicely handled in all respects.
Stirred memories of a lesbian, Katherine Lee Bates, who wrote among other things the lyrics to the song "America the Beautiful." She was little recognized for her gender preference, but wrote several poems to her lover in a book called "Yellow Clover" (1922) a collector's item I once owned but had to sell during a period of utter penury.
Stirred memories of a lesbian, Katherine Lee Bates, who wrote among other things the lyrics to the song "America the Beautiful." She was little recognized for her gender preference, but wrote several poems to her lover in a book called "Yellow Clover" (1922) a collector's item I once owned but had to sell during a period of utter penury.
1st Mar 2016 6:05am
Simply loved this piece for its delicate eloquence ... You say so much about all the relationships in so few words ... Truly wonderful
Bravo!
Bravo!
1st Mar 2016 6:55am
1st Mar 2016 6:35pm
What an excellent piece Jen. So sentimental and revealing at the end. You've blown me away. This one goes in the RL for sure.
Love you Jen
John
Love you Jen
John
1st Mar 2016 7:05pm
A truly fine portrait of your Auntie, Jen. You don't try to idealize her, but celebrate her vivacity. The "wild harlot in purple" sounds like a breath of fresh air to me. Excellent work!
