my world began with you
you created those tree-lined shores
we walked along
you created the lake that
we swam skin to skin under summer’s moon
you designed the world around us
of nature, bird song, and meadowsweet breezes
you were my world
now, like a film played backwards
the raven cascade of your hair
erases rather than raises the darkly pine
your dress blows backward taking lake and sky
you will not speak, nor look at me
are you erasing one world to create another?
am I be be erased or enhanced?
removed or reconfigured
my world begins and ends with you
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #133. Image by sirlounge.com.
Oh, and incase you missed the invite, my frilly freudian slip is phylor and adh [a darkened house] collaborative café. Drop by for a story, read a poem, have a brew. The doors are always open. Those who knew the phylor side of my personae can get to know the adh side. And remember one head can be as good as two (or the hundred others I have archived: boxed; shelved; and #’d ).
October 6, 2016 at 9:18 am
I found this to be a very deep piece. There is so much love and disconnect at the same time. I really REALLY loved this image:”now, like a film played backwards
the raven cascade of your hair
erases rather than raises the darkly pine”, I think it is eerie, genius and so vivid at the same time. This part I quoted can I think even stand out on its own as a complete poem, that is how strong I found the image.
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October 6, 2016 at 9:39 am
Wow, thanks Oloriel. It struck me that she was making, so could erase the shore line. I will think of taking that part and playing with it as a stand alone.
Thanks for the wonderful compliments and suggestion.
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October 4, 2016 at 9:50 pm
Very interesting take. There’s a fight between exclusion and inclusive. Tension of a separation of two halves of a single entity?
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October 6, 2016 at 12:35 am
possible if his world begins and ends with her.
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October 6, 2016 at 7:28 am
Dangerous way to live
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October 6, 2016 at 7:32 am
Certainly is. Some people are drawn to danger, others — danger draws them.
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October 6, 2016 at 7:48 am
Some are blonde and need to be beat over the head until they realize it’s a problem
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October 6, 2016 at 9:02 am
Do you have a thing against blondes? Just wondering.
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October 6, 2016 at 9:13 am
I am one! 😉
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October 6, 2016 at 9:30 am
Well, that explains EVERYTHING!!!!!!
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October 6, 2016 at 9:36 am
Yep. I use my blonde-Ness when ever I can. Noone questions you when you claim blonde!😉
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October 6, 2016 at 9:39 am
Damn, and I would be a brunette.
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October 6, 2016 at 9:56 am
We all have our crosses to bare. 😊
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October 4, 2016 at 8:01 pm
Your words capture the drama of the photo very well.
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October 4, 2016 at 8:15 pm
Thank you Suzanne — it seemed the tree line was her hair was the tree line. An intricate image.
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