More like Her

More like Her

 

 

 

I was freckled

from too many summers on the California coast.

I loved you then

when you belonged to someone else,

when I was full of poetry that voiced itself

in angst and melodic offerings

of Janis Ian songs.

 

How I wished it were me

who had your name,

whose rounded shoulders were as traversed

as the pages of an atlas

within your hands…

 

perhaps if I

had been more like her.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Perhaps you could never be like her...for you are fabulously and mysteriously...YOU! Aren't you AMAZING! I wouldn't want you any other way...and neither should they!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Eve, thank you for the warmth your words bring me today!

[Ardra]

Ah wanting that which belongs to some one is sin.... isn't that what's we are told as kids and we never learn the lesson.... even as grown ups...we often want and desire things which is not in our fate and then the sadness and wanting and the heartbreak... like a slow black and white movie it keeps playing on...
This one moved me a lot... beautifully done Kelly...

[Kelly Scheppers]

...then it did what I intended it to do! Thank you, Ardra!

[Giulia King]

This piece broke my heart. It's so deep and sad and so beautifully written. I loved reading every single word.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are so kind, Giullia. Thank you so much!

[Suhd]

''when I was full of poetry that voiced itself
in angst and melodic offerings
of Janis Ian songs.''
I fancy the idea one gives away even their own identity and originality just to be with someone, just to be owned by someone. Love the idea wrapped in this beautiful poem. Cheers!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Very much appreciate your time and review. Thank you!

[Dave]

Not only the pain of love, but the pain of love that was unrequited. Why, I often wonder, do poets find it so easy to bare our hearts, our very souls to the scrutiny of others?

Take care - Dave

[Kelly Scheppers]

It wasn’t an unrequited love. I knew he loved me, he simply chose her over me. In reply to the latter part of your review, are you asking me why I wrote this for public scrutiny? This was something that happened years ago. Putting it into words was the catharsis I needed, then. It doesn’t hurt me anymore. I can look back upon it without it hurting me anymore. Thank you, Dave.

[Dave]

NO! That's not what I meant at all. I was just thinking that as a group poets, ,writers tend to let their feelings be known much more than "mere mortals. I'm certainly glad it doesn't hurt you anymore.
Take care - Dave

[Kelly Scheppers]

I wasn't asking that in a sarcastic way - please know that, Dave. I was just so anxious to explain my intention. You are most dear and quite the gentleman, always...thank you!

[Dave]

Thank you - I try- oh course my better half sometimes finds me "trying". Have a great evening-
read moreThank you - I try- oh course my better half sometimes finds me "trying". Have a great evening-
Dave

[emmajoy]

Words to feel and recognise. What's more, you lay them with a touch of class. What still seems to be a refined need for what has .. flown, is still almost too easy to find.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Em. Your reviews cocoon my soul like a much needed hug! x

[emmajoy]

If in need, please, dear you... just ask. Smiles and an occasional 'hug' going free!

[An owl on the moon]

Standing in this moment of you, looking back, wondering, comparing lives and lights. I realize in poetry that sun-kissed freckles are sacred signs, and that there is so much more inside than a smooth surface could ever be. Such an achingly beautiful, bittersweet cup.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I believe it is typical for red heads to have freckles. They’re not terribly noticeable, or the “connect the dots” size in proportion, thank goodness! Thank you, Craig!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, well... growing up a little blond boy in California who never left the sun's side, I had a freckle or two too. :)

[Samuel Dickens]

There is a kind of sad beauty to this. In all honesty, I feel like I've been privy to thoughts so personal that I shouldn't have looked. But, that is what artists do--we bare our souls.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you so much, Frankie...I mean Sam! ; )

[john Robinson]

As an old man, I can say I love your thought process

[Kelly Scheppers]

...and that means the world to me! Thank you ever so kindly, John!

[Cassie]

My muse is slowly coming back as i read you. how have you been?

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've been very well, thank you, Cassie! Hope to see something from you soon...take care!