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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Late



an old lover
trapped in a new dream
winter circles once more

spent desires
pale with indifference
disturb the sleep of March

I rise to a buried spring
where the sweet sip of love
left vinegar on my tongue




Manipulated and re-colored Digital Photo

For Totally Optional Prompts

I took the Optional route. Several years ago, when a character I admired entered my mind, I wrote a novel around her and sometimes I wonder which of us is more real. ♥

17 comments:

Greyscale Territory said...

OOOOOOOOOOO the power of "vinegar"!

I love how you quietly muse with a few bites attached!

Great post!

Gemma

Whitesnake said...

Beautifully put!

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is gently haunting

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Beautiful - both text and art!

Rethabile said...

Brilliant. The last stanza is disturbingly sweet.

anthonynorth said...

This seems so bitter sweet. But excellently done.

Stan Ski said...

Tastes like someone I used to know (and love).

Jo said...

Oh this is beautiful. It is so lyrical, so wonderfully strung. Love it.

paisley said...

this says it so well.. the longing for the delicious days of spring... even when we know it is very possible,, the aftertaste will be bitter.......

Beloved Dreamer said...

This is excellent. I love the lines
"I rise to a buried spring
where the sweet sip of love
left vinegar on my tongue" . It is my feeling that we all become part of what we write. Life is always bitter sweet. Beautiful Sue.

-bd

Linda Jacobs said...

One simple word after another you create a poem that is brimming with meaning!

Pauline said...

an old lover trapped in a new dream - how astute (and how painful)

SweetTalkingGuy said...

I like the seasonal thing - reinventing yourself, perhaps?

Noah The Great said...

Vivid!

gautami tripathy said...

Last line is superb!

creatures of eerie night

C. Elizabeth said...

Your poem accomplishes so much in such a small space. I love poems like this. While in reality I may not relate to it, the imagery and sensory appeal causes me to relate. Love leaving vinegar on the toungue... I cant get that thought of my mind.

giggles said...

Brilliant poetry and color! Matches my kitchen walls!

" vinegar on my tongue" excellent!