The Lion is Me, a reading

Turn your volume on … the poem is embedded in the author notes.

The Lion is Me

A Reading

The Lion Is Me is published in Strays and available at the link below or through your local bookstores and libraries.

Strays is a collection of two extended narratives and more than forty love-themed poems, exploring the meaning of romantic love while we have it and attempting to find the healing after its loss. Found within these pages is the short story Gutter Dog, the novelette Ginni, and the poems False Skin, the Boy Who Wore Clothes, and the Black-Wit Reveller.

Author's Note

Reviews

[SteveB]

Desperation, terror, hope, and regret and a lover's longing for reunification all linked together. I really liked the "lion is me, the roar is all yours" as it leaves the matter up for interpretation - is the lion's roar at the service of the other or has the lion already surrendered her roar?

[Pryde Foltz]

Very insightful review, Steve.

[Baby Ricochet]

Ah. Another poem about big cats and water. good one

[Pryde Foltz]

Yes, these two themes are one of great portent for me.

[Sami Khalil]

I think this is one of your best. Awesome...:)
In my library...

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Sami. I think this is probably the most personal one I have done and so I am glad you found meaning in it to.

[Sami Khalil]

That explains it too... You are welcome...:)

[Zero_Edge88]

Things I did in this poem: looked up, looked back and stepped on my carpet. (Funny because I'm in my bedroom reading this but in a more deeper sense here's the review :) )

Looking up to the sky I thought of a not so distant memory with how things were back then when I thought of someone I enjoy my time with. It was a feeling like no other, because in this poem it reminded me that even when looking up it meant that you had to cry. What better way to look at teardrops as an oil painting used to create the certain hues of blood and fire. After all, there would be attempts to making the color real wouldn't they?

Looking back I thought of the waves that cannot tell as it was mentioned with the blinded fright. Therein lied a reminder that the time spent when it comes to moving forward it can never be revoked for the waves in the ocean move in a direction they know is its course...forward.

Feeling the carpet of course reminded me of the ground in which I walk. More than that, the lion and the roaring reminded me of nature's power. A lion is but the creature of ferocity and pride just like nature therefore making it the fury. Just as its fury, it needs a sound and what more to it than the roaring voice it makes. Something so earthly yet so powerful this is the sight yet impurity of what could be in the world we live in.

Thank you very much and have a beautiful day :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Wow, great review Zero.

[Zero_Edge88]

Well thank you Ms Pryde :) It was a beautiful piece for sure! :)

[Dayran]

A tale of the earth rediscovering itself as the world. A style and rhythm that is implosive, seeking the balm of arrival. Nice write.

[Pryde Foltz]

Nice review. Thank you, Dayran.

[Mina]

This poem is flowy like a chant
I like the title very much
Its earthly
I really enjoyed it
Great job :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Mina. And thank you for taking the time to review.

[Ronald J Chapman]

sad.
"the lion is me
the roar all yours"

[Pryde Foltz]

Sad ... your telling me. lol. Thank you, Ron.

[Keith]

Mmmmm, great images, but it seems lile a metaphor for a stormy relationship. Love your work, it flows beautifully, captivating read, left wondering as usual.

[Pryde Foltz]

I know the meaning of this one, absolutely. But I hope it resonates in others in the way they need it to. But mostly, it is an expression of love.

[Keith]

OK, let me guess. You only let him think he is the boss, but after a flare up the kiss and make up is pretty nice?

[Pryde Foltz]

Unfortunately, 'the boss', if there ever was one, has left the building. lol

[Keith]

Ah yes, but this ounds like an open invitation..

look up; look back;

the lion is me

the roar all yours

come back; land

and

the soft earth is ours

[Pryde Foltz]

deaf ears, my friend, deaf ears.

[Keith]

His loss!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you. But oddly it feels like mine.

[Sarah Conder]

This poem has a lovely, ethereal connection with nature and you've created a clever parallel between love and the motions of the earth :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Insightful, Sarah. Thank you for reading.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

At first glance this is simply an ethereal description of the elements, however it follows a theme of love lost and yearning for its return. Nice piece though.

[Pryde Foltz]

Yep.... Thanks for reading, John.

[Luke L]

Lovely piece great imagination :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thanks for reading, Luke. I'm very glad you stopped in;)

[Luke L]

you're welcome, Pryde :)