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femme' obscura
there are things that I should not know. but I do.
I, the most un-wise of men, have traveled through the
bodies & minds of women; each was beautiful in her way.
beauty that washed over me without being absorbed:
my hideous scars remained.
there were dragons to be slain, but the land was scorched
because my bayonet slept in its scabbard. & I slept in the
arms of a temporal lover, as we hid from the storm of
tomorrow. but we knew it would come.
so a woman wanders where she will, & once we met on
an obscure trail. we fell into an affair, perhaps out of
desperation, & what we took from it was an evanescent
romance; it was a one-line poem.
this small part of the biography, of her, & her, & her;
this is what I was given, what I hold & cherish. & her
journeys, before me & after me, are obscure in my
omneity. they are someone else’s love story.
the heart is a mosaic,
gathering all the things that make it art:
the petals of roses, & the thorns;
kisses & caresses, lovers who held me briefly,
& the not-knowing of where they ran to after.
evening stars & morning rain.
music that played through the years
when there was no one to dance with me.
these deep nights, exquisite as dark velvet.
& the loneliness… because there is always loneliness.
my heart is made of many things
but never goodbye – the heart was not made for that…
(Artist: Jared Joslin)
Published 24th Apr 2016
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One of the most sincere writes I've ever read, John. Beautiful in its truth and elegant in its delivery.
A lady descending the stairwell
And the gentleman waiting to take her hand.
One of the most sincere writes I've ever read, John. Beautiful in its truth and elegant in its delivery.
A lady descending the stairwell
And the gentleman waiting to take her hand.
24th Apr 2016 3:46am
24th Apr 2016 3:51am
I absolutely love this indepth poem about "her, & her, & her;"
Understanding a woman, in my opinion is like understanding
a killer tornado. Eh . . . I'm also in your corner when it come to
"never goodbye ." Enjoyed your poem. . .
Understanding a woman, in my opinion is like understanding
a killer tornado. Eh . . . I'm also in your corner when it come to
"never goodbye ." Enjoyed your poem. . .
24th Apr 2016 4:36am
'I , the most un-wise of men, have traveled through the
bodies & minds of women; each was beautiful in her way.
beauty that washed over me without being absorbed:
my hideous scars remained.'
She can't fix you but she can hide you; and you can put yourelf away... for a while.
bodies & minds of women; each was beautiful in her way.
beauty that washed over me without being absorbed:
my hideous scars remained.'
She can't fix you but she can hide you; and you can put yourelf away... for a while.
24th Apr 2016 8:27pm
You just have a way of stealing people - making them feel they're part of your journey, passing you as if a simple brush on a canal path. Beautiful, as always.
24th Apr 2016 8:40pm
ah John I love your soul..
so beautiful and romantic in your outlook..
you take me to the most wonderful vistas and seediest of places and do with a true poets eye..
love Crim
so beautiful and romantic in your outlook..
you take me to the most wonderful vistas and seediest of places and do with a true poets eye..
love Crim
24th Apr 2016 10:26pm
24th Apr 2016 11:17pm
You are so adept at illustrating the truth of human interaction and elevating it to a divinity the can only be a reflection of God, Himself.
Thank You for a wonderful read
Thank You for a wonderful read
24th Apr 2016 11:17pm
A fine and loving write from an errant knight. The heart is a mosaic of both benign and wicked elements, and it's sometimes left in fragments. The following loneliness is tough to shake. Excellent work.
25th Apr 2016 10:23am
'I, the most un-wise of men, have traveled through the
bodies & minds of women; each was beautiful in her way.
beauty that washed over me without being absorbed:
my hideous scars remained.'
Women don't exist to fix us... even the ones who have an interest in fixer-upper men. No, not at all, but they can get us ready for the next onslaught. They help us take on the world and let us breathe for long enough to do it...
bodies & minds of women; each was beautiful in her way.
beauty that washed over me without being absorbed:
my hideous scars remained.'
Women don't exist to fix us... even the ones who have an interest in fixer-upper men. No, not at all, but they can get us ready for the next onslaught. They help us take on the world and let us breathe for long enough to do it...
25th Apr 2016 1:24pm
Not made for it perhaps and yet it happens time after time throughout life. Wonderful work Mr F.
26th Apr 2016 8:06pm
Anonymous
28th Apr 2016 4:25am
Sir John, yeah...this killed me right here....frickin hell....you get me every time no matter what...
"the heart is a mosaic,
gathering all the things that make it art:
the petals of roses, & the thorns;
kisses & caresses, lovers who held me briefly,
& the not-knowing of where they ran to after.
evening stars & morning rain.
music that played through the years
when there was no one to dance with me.
these deep nights, exquisite as dark velvet.
& the loneliness… because there is always loneliness.
my heart is made of many things
but never goodbye – the heart was not made for that…"
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"the heart is a mosaic,
gathering all the things that make it art:
the petals of roses, & the thorns;
kisses & caresses, lovers who held me briefly,
& the not-knowing of where they ran to after.
evening stars & morning rain.
music that played through the years
when there was no one to dance with me.
these deep nights, exquisite as dark velvet.
& the loneliness… because there is always loneliness.
my heart is made of many things
but never goodbye – the heart was not made for that…"
With love always - Taryn xoxo
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28th Apr 2016 10:24am
A sadness of sorts comes to mind because of the missing element ....... commitment......
What about a love beyond depth in an endless sea..... ( maybe another poem )
very nice
What about a love beyond depth in an endless sea..... ( maybe another poem )
very nice
30th Jun 2016 7:33am
