Currents eddying

I am at the mercy of my soul,

the lineage of grass,the stirring corn.

I see no sorcery in these shapes,or,

images that will distort my attention.

Everyday I build another home

to house all the things you love about me.

I am the solitary place where you were lost

in the year of our need,when,

we kissed,and swore allegiances with white hot promises

pressed closely to our hearts

and sang like angels

while the birds of age

whose old dark plumes,

 tacked,by the glue of blood and bone,

yet,whose wings still flutter,

trying to lift

off the cruel  road,leading nowhere other

than away from our milk and honey'd land,

of  sweetest beliefs. 

◄ Dispersal of innocence

displaying of a closed forever sign ►


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Jemima Jones

Sun 4th Dec 2016 21:11

Thanks again Patricia and Stefan.I'll do my best.Jemima.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 3rd Dec 2016 10:36

Oh! this is absolutely excellent! More please asap!


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Jemima Jones

Fri 2nd Dec 2016 20:44

glad it finally DID sink in Rose haha! and as you will see,I have gratefully taken you up on your brilliant suggestion.And thanks Colin.What a very romantic episode in your life! I have 'brushed' through a few Keats poems,and loved the one's I encountered.Thank you both again.Jemima.

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Rose Casserley

Fri 2nd Dec 2016 17:56

just a suggestion Jems-

'whose old dark plumes
tacked by the glue of blood and bone
yet,whose wings still flutter
trying to lift off the cruel road'..................?

and yes,it has sunk in-beautifully!

Rose ?

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Rose Casserley

Thu 1st Dec 2016 22:18

am loving the 'feel' of this one J.J. I'll give it a few more reads because it needs to sink in a bit more as it were.

cheers chuck.

Rose ?

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