Is the ink the love that’s gone frozen on the lavender pretty stationary
That stationery was the romance the love affair the newness of the romance
Maybe we just need pink glasses and a cup of pink lemonade will that fix it the romance
Probably not
Enjoyed this one Jacob
Ps I love the song too
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I am quite fond of pink lemonade...
Thank you, Julie,
j.
I understand the meaning of your poem though I do not understand why it becomes like that. The way I see a relationship and love is...it almost always starts out with a friendship and evolves into something more. When it end, why can't it just evolve back into the friendship it once was? The friend part worked great, the love part, not so much. Though this "ink frozen into black ice" I have seen on here before. It definitely brings a chill.
,,," off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me
and I love this poem for obvious reasons..two drifters indeed.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
It sounds as altho these two drifters are going in opposite directions, they may eventually end at t.. read moreIt sounds as altho these two drifters are going in opposite directions, they may eventually end at the same end of the rainbow
1 Year Ago
"Wider than a mile" that gap gets.
Thank you for your words, Corset....and thanks Dave. read more"Wider than a mile" that gap gets.
Thank you for your words, Corset....and thanks Dave.
j.
1 Year Ago
excuse me Corset
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Maybe I just did it again
Technology technology!
Fascinating and imaginative way to describe the hardening that occurs when love turns to resentment.
Winston
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you, Winston...sometimes the words just fall into place the right way...for me, lots of luck i.. read morethank you, Winston...sometimes the words just fall into place the right way...for me, lots of luck involved.
j.
Black ice felt so uncomfortable and so inhospitable. There are no redeeming features to it. I hope the ink thaws soon and sheds it blackness. I wish you more lavenders and minimal blacks, always.
This is pretty much how I feel whenever asked to collaborate with someone on a write.
My ink freezes into black ice at the thought and the collab always ends up on a stone cold slab.
Perhaps some of us are just not meant to share 😊
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1 Year Ago
I think that is quite true...I cannot collaborate...just never works for me, especially because of m.. read moreI think that is quite true...I cannot collaborate...just never works for me, especially because of my writing process...I write in bunches, and am just a conduit...they come, I write them...
j.
When I walk down our red brick path of Lavender blue...
I stumble and fall ... now I am black and blue...
forever true blue when dew becomes the essence of you...
Amen... Pat
Lavender and black ice. What a contrast J. The former, gifting summer, sweet smelling and alive with honey bees. The latter a car crash in cruel winter. The world is full of opposites. Light and dark.Warm and cold. We need both. In this piece of brevity there was a strong pull on the emotions.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..