12.16.2019

Look At What I've Done


The truth
that weighs me down
like a stone pashmina
when I want to be
free
as wild horses
in a sundown distance
or an afternoon
tucked off the grid
is so heavy
and rock-hard
as to imbalance 
the rest of it
even all my stolen time 
with you


Inspired by Bruce Springsteen
My last music prompt in the Imaginary Garden

*sob*

9 comments:

  1. The stone pashmina is such a core image and sets the tone of the whole piece. Also the phrasing and line breaks create a steady pace in which one may absorb each line. I have been continually enthralled by your poetic voice over a decade of reading your poetry, Marian. I feel so privileged to have been here for the journey.

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  2. Ok, I wasn't going to cry, but reading this has brought on the tears. Your writing is so beautiful. Music carries us toward poetry. It influences so much of what I write.

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  3. This is incredibly stunning in its imagery and depth, Marian!❤️ You are definitely a star! xoxo

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  4. What a fashionable way to sport one's shirt of fire ... chick to the end, huh ... I can only guess at that "truth", but for me it's knowing that I will never be free of myself, no matter how much I try with others or the sky. I always wake up back in my own skin. Groundhog Day is my dingdong life, and it began and will end the same -- alone. Even in the "stolen time" which accounts for real true love ... Anyhoo, great response to a great challenge.

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  5. A stone pashmina, and free as wild horses in a sundown distance.........your unexpected imagery charts the journey so well. Wonderfully done! And thank you for the years of awesome prompts, kiddo. Shine on!

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  6. Stone pashmina...what a way to express the harshness of parting... so great writing.

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  7. Sorrow too hard to bare symbolised by a stone pashmina. First loves often do come with shawl attached!

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  8. I might not be reading it correctly, but this reminds me of a play I just saw - a woman with children and years of marriage... and her true match, a brief affair, and she had to let him go...

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  9. Love how you used ‘off-grid’ which is what so much of what. the West is. I thought of you early this morning as I retrieved our paper ~~ that last red apple is still clinging to a now bare branch. Happy Holidays.

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