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strange kinda strange love
it’s a strange kinda strange love
hides from the fiery sun, shameful as Hester Prynne
we are lovers condemned to make love in the dark.
she was with someone, but it wasn’t right, it wasn’t true.
a woman has a poem in her heart, & a man should be able
to read it. I don’t know much, but I knew it was there; I
knew it cried to be heard, like a song in the silent alleyways.
she had to sneak away to be with me. we crept through the
city like hunted insurgents, & the streets were full of Gestapo.
minutes, only minutes could she spend with me; not enough
to taste the kisses that barely sustained me. she had
obligations, others that needed her care.
when she was gone, I embraced the air that somehow still
held her heat & her smell. the pain was so unbearable at
times that I wished I had never found her. never heard her
name, or touched her face.
it was the knowing that she would be gone for good one day
& there was nothing I could do about it. that knowledge of a
future, near or far, that murdered me a little bit at a time.
…something happened; I was never really clear about it.
tragedy followed tragedy, & she could no longer abide in
the chains of deception.
she needed to run, beyond mountains & rivers, & I could
not take her that far. the night came upon us, & we stole
a small piece of it.
I loved her. I loved her for the last time…
I left her at the station, on a southbound train,
& reckon I’ll never see her again.
(Art: Alfred Cheney Johnston)
Published 24th Mar 2016
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24th Mar 2016 5:45pm
Forbidden love and deepest heartbreak. Love how you make them both so very real. The blue collar man wastes no time and always gets the job done
24th Mar 2016 5:45pm
I think that kind of love is far better than one where, as she was,
tied to a man, but had to look for passion elsewhere. Therein lies
the cruelty of bitter love, and in time the agony if deceit drove her
far, far away as she continued looking for a love she probably would
never find.
tied to a man, but had to look for passion elsewhere. Therein lies
the cruelty of bitter love, and in time the agony if deceit drove her
far, far away as she continued looking for a love she probably would
never find.
24th Mar 2016 6:10pm
when she was gone, I embraced the air that somehow still
held her heat & her smell. the pain was so unbearable at
times that I wished I had never found her. never heard her
name, or touched her face
These words....oh, I absolutely love this! You're the best! 😊
held her heat & her smell. the pain was so unbearable at
times that I wished I had never found her. never heard her
name, or touched her face
These words....oh, I absolutely love this! You're the best! 😊
there is no time frame to how quickly love can find you, to want to have that feeling never go away ... even if it and the pain that comes with having that love go away is inevitable ... a beautiful, profound write JohnFeddeler ...
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24th Mar 2016 6:38pm
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24th Mar 2016 6:49pm
24th Mar 2016 8:29pm
A powerful sense of loss here at the end. Trains spell sorrow for a lonely man. Fine kinda poem!
24th Mar 2016 11:41pm
Beautiful write John. Absolutely epic, and read like an old romantic black and white film. Too many great phases to tribute here, but I am beyond impressed and inspired by your work. Mind blown lol.
25th Mar 2016 1:17am
It builds until it explodes and you either run for the hills to save what's left of yourself, or be absorbed into the heart of deception, and thus the prisoner of the dungeon forever.
Excellent write, John. Insurgents; perfect.
Excellent write, John. Insurgents; perfect.
25th Mar 2016 3:40am
Where do you think she went? Did she go back to her lover who was wrong for her? Or did she escape all of the charade and try to start new and right for herself? Your women live, have lives beyond your poems. You seem to be their biographer, with only a portion of their story to tell. Maybe the story is not finished. Maybe another will pick up where you left off. At least they are important enough that someone is telling their story.
25th Mar 2016 6:17am
"a woman has a poem in her heart, & a man should be able
to read it."
Couldn't agree more, sir.
to read it."
Couldn't agree more, sir.
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25th Mar 2016 4:12pm
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25th Mar 2016 11:38pm
26th Mar 2016 1:54pm
Wow!!! This was oozing with agony..Exquisite Agony!!
Fav lines:
"I loved her. I loved her for the last time…
I left her at the station, on a southbound train,
& reckon I’ll never see her again."
Wow the words train & reckon was perfection...instantly made me think of trainwreck.. And the doubtful hope that there are any survivors..I absolutely loved it!!
Fav lines:
"I loved her. I loved her for the last time…
I left her at the station, on a southbound train,
& reckon I’ll never see her again."
Wow the words train & reckon was perfection...instantly made me think of trainwreck.. And the doubtful hope that there are any survivors..I absolutely loved it!!
27th Mar 2016 1:41pm
