thunder on the mountain
fire down below
storm clouds
gather
in my
love
weary
soul
days turn to nights and
nights turn to hell
nothing been
the same
since
i
fell
fire down below
storm clouds
gather
in my
love
weary
soul
days turn to nights and
nights turn to hell
nothing been
the same
since
i
fell
in the oceans of
your eyes
the depth
of which
the
gods
belie
sucked down deep in
the currents strong
lookin’ at you
was what
your eyes
the depth
of which
the
gods
belie
sucked down deep in
the currents strong
lookin’ at you
was what
i
done
wrong
done
wrong
.
.
.
10 comments:
Love can certainly be painful. Ocean and fire...perfect allegories.
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thanks so much for stopping by caramella! and i hope you'll come again soon -
You always find an entrance into an motion, Gypsy. That's what your weird critic, a man, didn't understand. That's your gift, your strength, your genius. That passion.
your kind words never fail to inspire and to humble, trish - and i'm so grateful for that - but i cannot lay claim to strength or genius because what i write is just that which is me - i simply know no other way - thanks ever so much for your everything! ;)
That's what makes it so special.
That's supposed to be "an emotion." I type too fast. Just re-read this and it's just as lovely in the reread as the first time around.
oh, thank you so much pat! ;)
i knew what you meant, trish! ;)
thank you very much!
Wonderful poetry, dear Gitane.
You know, this is why I tell myself never to look too deep in a woman's eyes, it's too dangerous...
It's much safer to photograph her. And then I give her the eyes and look I thought I saw, or I think she should have, or whatever.
What do you make of that? Remember this young girl I photographed recently? I added three years to her, she's gonna have those troubling eyes I'm sure. She already has, so young. She is a friend, and I will protect her as much as I can, even against her own mother.
I'm blabbing...
It's been a long time since I wrote here, sorry. And I'm going to France next Tuesday. I will think of you.
Roger
how wonderful to hear from you again, roger - as always - of course, i remember the beautiful young girl - she is very lucky to have a friend such as you - and you're right about eyes - it can be a very dangerous place to find one's self depending upon the circumstances - however, it is the place of truth...so off to france again - and i'm jealous again - how exciting for you all - i know how you love it there - and i'm glad i'll be along at least for a bit of the trip, in your thoughts - and then, all those magnificent images you'll bring back - have a glorious time - and many thanks for dropping by here -
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