Oh, that stark light you sent to illuminate my pounding heart.Your striking colour - a stain on the grey concrete of me.
This fire you ignite... incentive to race, to scatter seed, to love.
I strain at these self imposed chains that hitch me to myself.
I wallow in my indecision, as you circle ...and wait.
Written for Wordle 121 at The Sunday Whirl
11 comments:
Have missed you. Love your imagery here and how brief you have been. Seems to make the poem more powerful because of that.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/08/11/on-the-down-swing/
These are fondly written words and I wonder why that indecision?? Hopefully it will turn into a riot of colors!!
Very nice. This is my first time joining and it has inspired me.
I think the narrator is kidding as their words indicate she(?) is hooked already.
A stain on the grey concrete of my self...
I like this brief and to-the-point wordle.
Spectacular response to the words!
My favorite lines:
"a stain on the grey concrete of me"
and
"self imposed chains that hitch me to myself."
It's hard to ignore the one who's circling and waiting!
A Short Whirl
Very exciting with an undertone of a dangerous romance in the making.
Susannah,
I am so pleased to have found your Blog again today.
I really loved your poem, it was powerfully romantic and gripping about the image created....
Eileen
I have missed your writing, Susannah. This lovely, aching and concise.
Pamela
I really like this piece, especially . . . strain at these self imposed chains that hitch me to myself.
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