A little love poetry for the season:
She's Gone
Golden bars glimmer,
shimmer and shine
trapping my heart
in empty sunlight.
No clutter, no flutter.
No obstinate squawk.
Nor beauty, nor preening.
No longer to gaze
as she bathes
in melodic waters
bubbling with chatter.
She is gone.
I am the cage
while my love bird takes flight.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
If you love something, set it free
ReplyDeleteif it doesnt return
it wasn't meant to live...
Love must be free... even from thee. She's not really gone, she'll return with even more.
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha. What a contrast between you two! Ozy wants to kill it and Bubba wants to love it more. Of course, Bubba would be telling his love to touch his heart and 'feel the rhythm, baby,' Am I rambling??
ReplyDeleteI can feel the warmth of both the image and the sentiment - very nice.
ReplyDelete(Bubba adopting his best Bill Murray pose) "Would that be a bad thing?"
ReplyDeleteyea, I got a part in need of touching also...
ReplyDeleteummmmm
did I say that out loud?
Ozy, yes, lol.
ReplyDeleteHey, I really missed the party this time! You guys bring out the wild thing in Jo. LOL Go JO!
ReplyDeleteJo, I am still "feeling" my way into a much more free approach to poetry than what I am accustomed to, but you managedquite beautifully to do the job. When I can read such a poem without stumbling over "speed bumps", I know I am reading poetry.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great description--speed bumps--sometimes I run into speed bumps and have to call in the word steamroller...;)
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