Sorry bone

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The more I see beyond
the reckoning words
and their sweet ache,
I realized you won
You always have.
I gave, you hid.

And this boyish want
has walked its way
away from you.
Despite my stay
and turning look
I was leaving by
weighted line
and flying hook.

And this turning to
your wished for face
has piled the wanting
piled the weight
like stones not
counted
but hurtful thrown
at this sorry target
this sorry bone.

Words and image by Tommy Carroll

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 26th Oct 2018 15:24

Thanks Martin, High Praise; I blush😉
The openining words were poured out and while upon reflection I thought it a tad confusing, I then recalled that that is the case with most of my verse.
The photo' was taken by myself. It is of the interior of Liverpool's Tate Gallery. The silhouette is of an unknown (to me ) woman.

Cheers

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 26th Oct 2018 15:06

Thank you Taylor, praise indeed.
Tommy

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Martin Elder

Thu 25th Oct 2018 16:22

A fabulous piece of poetry Tommy. I love the rhythm to it as well as your description. Those opening words were immediately drawing me in
Just intrigued by the picture and where it might be


Nice one

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 23rd Oct 2018 15:10

Beautifully written...😃

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