i wonder if Jesus knew how wrong it was
explaining faith and water mixed
or how my friend when high enough
believed she walked on it: knee deep
so fucked up she would have drowned
save for one passerby and a wino- long time resident
the ducks that complained
a perfectly good afternoon had been ruined
she often mused when sober
how i saw the world dressed in such color
not gabardine or mottled grey
a series of rainbows, melted down pots
one i could smile at even when sad
and sadness was for clowns with no circus
free birds with no wings to use
her, standing in my shadows
when the sun tipped my face
i could have held her hand tighter
looking back on it, tried to adjust
tell her things that had thorns
were still the essence of roses
be game enough to inhale the perfume
now i just paddle in the water
frighten the same ducks
and smile in remembrance
that one of us kept our pact
to be what we are
when we are
and while we can
we done good Kathleen...
Author notes
Any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental and that includes Rowan of course!
In a list
A contest entry
- Study in Black and White VI ~the joy of Life~ by JinSays.
300 points, ended October 7, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be courteous but comments are nice :)
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a series of rainbows, melted down pots
one i could smile at even when sad
and sadness was for clowns with no circus
free birds with no wings to use
her, standing in my shadows
when the sun tipped my face
I love these lines. Actually I love this whole poem. We done good Kathleen is just perfect for an ending. I had a Kathleen, only her name ws Chrissy. We were what we were while we could, and thank you so much for entering.
Inspiring,
jin
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Cheryl . . . you have blessed one of our favs with this oh so indelible write . . . Careful tho, you don't want to give the reader the wrong sense of who she really is lol . . . The imagery in this piece is simply stunning . . .
Marc
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Nice how this ended.
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' things that had thorns
were still the essence of roses' great line ... great poem! Good luck in the contest.
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"and sadness was for clowns with no circus
free birds with no wings to use
her, standing in my shadows
when the sun tipped my face"
yeah. Thanks sweetie.
I loved this.
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sis you are incredible!! A most excellent job portraying this write its marvelous!! Every word and every line are perfect!! You have fantastic imagery!! A pretty vivid write!! I adore it!!
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