Collecting the Girl

Umbrella-filled skies to catch blue rain 

and loose-leaf paper dragons
sail through the arcane

Speeding cars fly by in colours and

shapes that hurt her eyes

It’s too easy to laugh when all she wants

is to cry

 

With no voice save her own
she sings to the music that floods her mind

and forgets all her manners

forgets to be kind. For the world is too noisy

to remember her lines

 

She scribbles love notes to the sea

on grocery lists and paper moons, and mails them

to the south of France

        pockets sewn up

with regret for having left

far too soon

 

And on tumbled shores of darkwater tide

       and glass bottles under pressure of time

she is fluid and liquid and seaweed and brine

collecting her freedom, lost dreams

and promises

      to marry the sky

Reviews

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I was looking for something...I found it
"on tumbled shores of darkwater tide
and glass bottles under pressure of time
she is fluid and liquid and seaweed and brine
collecting her freedom, lost dreams
and promises
to marry the sky"
What I found, was a brilliant display of poetic tapestry saturated in rich emotive color.
Quite stunning to look at :)

[J]

oh dear lynn pls forgive my tardiness in acknowledging your truly wunnerful words. you are unfailingly a most gracious friend. thank you for reading me, dearest. xx

[emmajoy]

So hope you are feeling more able to add newer work v ery soon. Your words and pictures are missed, you know.

[A. Amos]

Your work is always amazing and you always add new spices in your flavour, I love the subject and your style is always classic:)

[J]

you are so lovely to keep coming back, a. leaving such encouragement as to compel me to search about for my pen again. thank you for such abiding regard. x

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend...

[emmajoy]

To finish with these words creates such a feeling of deja vu, of experiencing more than deserved yet never to be denied, ' .. collecting her freedom, lost dreams ~ and promises ~ to marry the sky'

I had to return, I have to - time and time again. Because.. because you write beautiful emotions, freely and yet without melodrama; your tears truly are golden jewels, dear you.

[J]

oh ..... oh ...... at this late hour on the cusp of a new day [here], emotions run the gamut of self-reproach for absence and incredulity at your words ...... [head bowed] darling em. thank you.

[SkinlessFrank]

such a wanderer you are Jill to so many places of beauty and heart break

[J]

dearest d ....... and you follow along through it all with heartfelt acuity, my friend. thank you ///

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and hopeful field trip in your words. I like the many places you took me with in your words.
"She scribbles love notes to the sea
on grocery lists and paper moons, and mails them
to the south of France
pockets sewn up
with regret for having left
far too soon"
The above lines were my favorite. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[J]

thank you so much, coyote. very kind of you to stop by.

[Ladysue]

Very powerful ending. You have a very special way of transporting feelings like no other. Deep emotion expressed ever so beautifully through your unique images and skillful pen..stunning..

[J]

aww sue, you always make me feel so set apart and .... worthy. and for that i am without adequate gratitude. my most heartfelt thank yous, love.

[Ladysue]

J, you are very welcome..my pleasure to read your work.. :)

[MAC]

Jill, this is amazing and beautiful. So wonderful to read you again, you have become such a gifted writer.

[J]

very nice, mark. it means a lot to receive a nod from a masterful poet such as yourself. many thank yous. :)

[Sandy Beach]

Excellent read! the words flow so graciously off the tongue of your pen, leaving a feeling or airy elegance. :)

[J]

thank you, sandy, for coming by and leaving such kindness. :)