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
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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. ♥
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17 comments:
OOOOOOOOOOO the power of "vinegar"!
I love how you quietly muse with a few bites attached!
Great post!
Gemma
Beautifully put!
this is gently haunting
Beautiful - both text and art!
Brilliant. The last stanza is disturbingly sweet.
This seems so bitter sweet. But excellently done.
Tastes like someone I used to know (and love).
Oh this is beautiful. It is so lyrical, so wonderfully strung. Love it.
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.......
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
One simple word after another you create a poem that is brimming with meaning!
an old lover trapped in a new dream - how astute (and how painful)
I like the seasonal thing - reinventing yourself, perhaps?
Vivid!
Last line is superb!
creatures of eerie night
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.
Brilliant poetry and color! Matches my kitchen walls!
" vinegar on my tongue" excellent!
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