west

offroad

dirt highways

home country

heartlands of him

tell me another story

something about

people

and the

bonds for life

in service

i'm swelling

from sunbeams

the crystals we smoked

a happy breathless rise

the tough are covered in scars

but it's nothing

on the

garden

residing

inside

i heave and panic

when light touches

light

and the deep is uncovered

i would have failed to keep out of clouds

if not for the rumble of his voice

or the details that drew us together

i burn

with

the desire

to

be his

somebody

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

there can't be good poetry without good voice, and you have full-throated voice, strong and potent and gentle...

[Neville]

I can't argue with caesarkreshen, he summed this beautiful poem up superbly.

All Good Things, N

[caesarkreshen]

i'm swelling

from sunbeams

the crystals we smoked

a happy breathless rise






the tough are covered in scars

but it's nothing

on the

garden

residing

inside


^ That is its own poem and semi-mind blowing.

[Androglossia]

I often wonder why most men marry their own race. Does it have something to do with the saying "There's no place like home"? or "Home is where the heart is"? Now that's far off but who knows? Your poem speaks of homeland, the way of living, strife, tolerance and survival but most of all it speaks of love. Like they say, love endures all- no matter the struggle, whatever issue is. I have to admit, this poem is very intricate but this is what has caught my attention.

[Circe]

I don't know Maryanne, in terms of men, I'm at a loss. Maybe it is what they feel comfortable with, some people are open to differences, some are more culturally insular. There is a sense of identity and self in people that draws you in especially if you feel groundless at times.. I agree about the love.

[Androglossia]

There you are:)

More culturally insular, this sounds more fitting. Your first four lines lead me to this question which I always had in mind although I don't care so much about men. I went over this poem several times and each time brought me different judgement but the implication of love remained intact.

[Steven]

Lovely, Circe. Especially:

'i would have failed to keep out of clouds

if not for the rumble of his voice'

Nice to see some writes from your corner of the outback ;).

[plainme]

' i would have failed to keep out of clouds ' is a wonderful line. You've managed to create a great aura of longing, and it hangs around my head while I read it again and again. I feel it as if it's my own longing to belong to somebody. Great visualisation and I love your layout!