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Wayward Lovers
Wayward lovers found
in the sea of transgressions;
She opened her hands, there was fire
She opened her mouth
and fired forth towards me
but I ducked my head.
She smiled a killer's smile
and said something about how earthen things
made of wood cannot hold up.
I smiled a victor's smile
and said say that in the rain,
I will wait.
Most you never see again,
even the mental pictures fade.
The wasp nest with it's catacombs
becomes your heart.
Not all stings hurt the same,
some you don't feel at all.
Pain is a temporary art,
you smile away the fade
of feeling at all.
The tiger is a dragon
that cannot fly,
cannot escape it's own flames.
Though it's remembered the same;
The carnage left behind.
Did she ever find
the potential I saw in her.
That fleeing from damnation.
The loose change, left by visitors,
gathered into a coffee can.
With it, she bought a bicycle
and rode it to the town
that she heard about,
where no one knew her.
Perhaps bought a nice dress
-all the scars were above the knees.
Let her hair grow; The wind was pleasing
to her softened face,
once the traffic of thoughts
faded behind her.
The boy at the market called her ma'am.
So she painted her bike
from teal to red
and took the cover off the headlight,
to trust just the bulb.
Like back when life was raw
and she could burn away
the devil's tail
that he tucked up front.
And maybe, trust the rain
that I had promised
wasn't always bad, after all.
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Published 24th Jun 2022
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24th Jun 2022 4:12am
There is something in the way your words move down your canvas, so many thoughts to sift through, dividing the direction of your musing... it's a beautiful work in progress and offering what your mind ask for.
You always tend to deliver a well composed prose from your engaging intellect, what a heartfelt ink spill, if I have to say, my poet
Enjoy your evening and have a spectacular Friday
You always tend to deliver a well composed prose from your engaging intellect, what a heartfelt ink spill, if I have to say, my poet
Enjoy your evening and have a spectacular Friday
27th Jun 2022 00:31am
Heya. Now it's Sunday and hopefully we've all made it through!
Sometimes my concentration strays towards a different thought entirely, when I'm writing. Like I'm trying to add too much maybe? The gears in my head don't always mesh well.
I think because the scenes in my head are massive, yet I have to condense them into a "poem" size.
What a wonderful comment you sent! Thank you! I'm still pecking at my keyboard, trying to come up with worthwhile things. I appreciate the encouraging words from you.
Sometimes my concentration strays towards a different thought entirely, when I'm writing. Like I'm trying to add too much maybe? The gears in my head don't always mesh well.
I think because the scenes in my head are massive, yet I have to condense them into a "poem" size.
What a wonderful comment you sent! Thank you! I'm still pecking at my keyboard, trying to come up with worthwhile things. I appreciate the encouraging words from you.
27th Jun 2022 1:33am
You write such engaging musings, whereas, my mind is the audience of your poetic entertainment...and you are humbly welcome, as always
Please enjoy your evening and have a fantastic upcoming week
Please enjoy your evening and have a fantastic upcoming week
24th Jun 2022 4:32am
Hi Styx,
So I love everything about this female you wrote about. Love that she painted her bike red.
Symbolic of defiance. Do not call me ma'am!!
Still searching for some bigger purpose in her life. Scars and all. Reads with admiration
and understanding of her flaws. Love that you conveyed (so amazingly btw) in this write - was
the potential. And to embrace the rain - like a baptism of cleansing.
Hope I'm not overthinking this.
As usual great write amigo.
So I love everything about this female you wrote about. Love that she painted her bike red.
Symbolic of defiance. Do not call me ma'am!!
Still searching for some bigger purpose in her life. Scars and all. Reads with admiration
and understanding of her flaws. Love that you conveyed (so amazingly btw) in this write - was
the potential. And to embrace the rain - like a baptism of cleansing.
Hope I'm not overthinking this.
As usual great write amigo.
27th Jun 2022 00:47am
Hey Del.
No, actually you summed it up nicely. The independence from her divorce. And, to no longer have the need to be so on guard/aggressive.
Thank you for the spot-on reply. Sometimes I feel like I'm struggling for new writes too much. It happens to all of us, I know.
Hope you're having a wonderful evening!
No, actually you summed it up nicely. The independence from her divorce. And, to no longer have the need to be so on guard/aggressive.
Thank you for the spot-on reply. Sometimes I feel like I'm struggling for new writes too much. It happens to all of us, I know.
Hope you're having a wonderful evening!
24th Jun 2022 6:02am
27th Jun 2022 00:48am
24th Jun 2022 5:04pm
Dear S,
You’ve done an excellent job writing through the lens of a broken and glued back together person. Absolutely loved the reference of the catacomb from the wasp’s nest (we’re all left with holes in our hearts), the cover off the headlight (illumination to actually see what’s before us) and especially the realization of what we actually offer to people that we don’t see in ourselves that ultimately makes us so attractive in the first place. Bravo. I enjoyed every line of this poem. Wonderful write. H 🌷
You’ve done an excellent job writing through the lens of a broken and glued back together person. Absolutely loved the reference of the catacomb from the wasp’s nest (we’re all left with holes in our hearts), the cover off the headlight (illumination to actually see what’s before us) and especially the realization of what we actually offer to people that we don’t see in ourselves that ultimately makes us so attractive in the first place. Bravo. I enjoyed every line of this poem. Wonderful write. H 🌷
27th Jun 2022 00:54am
Hiya H.
I was trying to step away from my own perspective as it went along, and make it about hers. Our actions are sometimes simply reactions.
Your summation is wonderful. Thank you kindly H.
I was trying to step away from my own perspective as it went along, and make it about hers. Our actions are sometimes simply reactions.
Your summation is wonderful. Thank you kindly H.
Yesterday 4:12pm
How did I miss this one ?
Hope the other guys here don't take offense but you are the best male passion writer on this site !!
Done deal
BIG LIKE
Hope the other guys here don't take offense but you are the best male passion writer on this site !!
Done deal
BIG LIKE
Yesterday 4:30pm
I don't know about that! But I am easily motivated by the female persuasion. Lol.
I wish I could draw or paint them. So I settle for writing.
Is there ever a better subject? Nope.
Thank you PoetSpeak. I'm still trying to get better at this writing stuff.
I wish I could draw or paint them. So I settle for writing.
Is there ever a better subject? Nope.
Thank you PoetSpeak. I'm still trying to get better at this writing stuff.
