Keep the chair, the pets,
the artwork, the antiques
and I'll even throw in the garden hose
Just as long as my fate, a rose
In your hands bleeds hope
and crouches underneath
the memories of togetherness
that dispel insecurities, prowess-
that make me infirm.
Sitting, back straight eyes closed
legs crossed hands clasped
you sang, a low voice. You gasped.
the success you have achieved is the fact ur answering readers each what a generosity MJL
Even in despair, there is hope and this hope sustains life! I sense a kind of longing in your poem! Memories of togetherness arouse deep sense of nostalgia! Great write!
i now see you responded to one of my comments. i'm adding this to my/our January 2019 Showcase. Thanks. bri (
Thanks for the honour, Bri! Hope all is going well in beautiful NC...a land that must be inspirational to the poet.
(CONT.) C - And I think your pattern of capitalization is inconsistent with the rules of prose, AND with the ‘usual pattern’ in poetry. It is not the easiest ‘read’ for me, but I like it. To MyPoemList. Bri (:
Thank you so much, Bri. You are right on about prose. Not too sure about the poetry, though. There have been many innovations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is ingenius on how people break up and with humour
There's humour at the time...but often not acknowledged. Thank you, LeeAnn.