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Deru
the whores & the rain & the loneliness –
it’s what I’m made of.
Deru (Japanese): it means ‘leave,’ & it means ‘appear.’
to go away, to return.
long gone lovers. they come back to me when I’m all full
of whiskey & regret. mostly, they don’t wear much, except
the shadows of my depravity. vintage specters of seduction,
they are. I write them out, to write out the sorrow. it breaks
as the heart breaks, & falls to the poem in blue.
how the rain falls from the unbearable lightness of clouds,
each drop is a tear wept by the forsaken; each tear is a
gift to those who have never wept at all.
how we cry in the rain for our long distance paramours, but
they never hear us. I’ve made love with you, you who came
to me out of your own anguish. & even as we did those
sexual things, I have loved you, but you never knew.
and the loneliness itself is a woman, too beautiful in her
austerity. my hands stay stuck to the arms of the chair as
she dances around me, touching me with her cold fire, her
dragonfly kiss. she’s the mistress that will never desert me.
come to my poems for the secrets they tell –
I will break your heart & repair it,
over & over…
(Artist unknown)
Published 16th May 2016
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16th May 2016 00:32am
JohnFeddeler .... this is breathtakingly beautiful .... you share the most glorious blues ....
16th May 2016 2:35am
I believe it's raining all over the world, as this is the third thing I've read on rain, and an currently writing one too. That being said,
There is a fine line between hope and despair, fulfillment and loss. This write reflects that beautifully in its loneliness.
There is a fine line between hope and despair, fulfillment and loss. This write reflects that beautifully in its loneliness.
16th May 2016 2:53am
'how the rain falls from the unbearable lightness of clouds...'
Like clouds, we are seperate in our lightness and seek to come together in despair...
Like clouds, we are seperate in our lightness and seek to come together in despair...
16th May 2016 8:05am
16th May 2016 12:22pm
loneliness is a woman
luck is a whore...
... maybe whiskey reminiscence
is all we're good for ...
... loved this, mister
luck is a whore...
... maybe whiskey reminiscence
is all we're good for ...
... loved this, mister
16th May 2016 3:28pm
This is so lonely. But I feel a type of solace from the solitude in the images you paint.
Thank You, Sir John
Thank You, Sir John
16th May 2016 4:43pm
Ah, John, THIS is my kind of writing. You write
it much better than I dammit . . . The soul of you
comes out in the lines which are poignant,
believable and absolutely real.
it much better than I dammit . . . The soul of you
comes out in the lines which are poignant,
believable and absolutely real.
16th May 2016 10:34pm
Anonymous
17th May 2016 6:05am
I'm *speechless*...
Anonymous
18th May 2016 8:40am
hauntingly familiar from another guy's perspective that's 46.....great first read...love the word Deru and double meaning...like yin/yang put another way in poetic beauty...and perfect photo black and white to go with...really enjoyed it..put it in my reading list..thx John..
18th May 2016 3:10pm
This some strong blues with only voice and words. A gorgeous song of loss, lonlieness and knowing. A man who knows whereof he speaks and speaks clearly and beautifully. An excellent piece. Oh how tired the man sounds. Loved it once again Mr F
John
John
Anonymous
18th May 2016 3:32pm
Sir John, as always your lines scratch at my soul and leave me at a loss for words....
"long gone lovers. they come back to me when I’m all full
of whiskey & regret. mostly, they don’t wear much, except
the shadows of my depravity. vintage specters of seduction,
they are. I write them out, to write out the sorrow. it breaks
as the heart breaks, & falls to the poem in blue."
~ this is the equivalent to "you had me at hello" when reading this ink...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"long gone lovers. they come back to me when I’m all full
of whiskey & regret. mostly, they don’t wear much, except
the shadows of my depravity. vintage specters of seduction,
they are. I write them out, to write out the sorrow. it breaks
as the heart breaks, & falls to the poem in blue."
~ this is the equivalent to "you had me at hello" when reading this ink...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
3rd Jul 2016 6:23am
Perfectly put together,every word exactly as it should be.......puzzle complete.And deru?Most excellent,John.
