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Post by jbstillwater on Nov 18, 2011 18:13:18 GMT -5
 photo by Janet K. Brennan English boy
Eyes sharp
Dart mother’s soul
No bosom
To suckle
This time 'round
She left town
She went and left town
Born amongst
A second life
Wild seas
Tin rations
Supper and a good swig
Left by roughers
A good rum mist
Now his champagne
He left town
He went and left town
Beneath a main sail
He sits
Folded copy of Yeats
Happy doin’ nothin'
Green rain will clean
Dirt from boots
And wipe thirst
From a parched mouth
He has given all
Tired hands
Weathered soul
Tallies on fire
He wanders
Asking for naught
For
He has everything he wants
He left town
He went and left town |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 18, 2011 19:53:00 GMT -5
another fine write dear Jan, I love  your poetry, thanks for the post!
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Post by johan on Nov 19, 2011 6:51:22 GMT -5
Wow! Jan, that is brilliant, I hope you don't mind but have downloaded this one as I would like to keep it handy to read, just brilliant poetry as always from you, loved the picture.
Hugs
Andrew
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Post by heart2heart on Nov 19, 2011 8:26:39 GMT -5
I have a certain seaman in mind while this Jan  I adored this in its short and cropped sentences. wonderful to read you again. Hugs Katriona |
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Post by purplespirit on Nov 19, 2011 17:24:24 GMT -5
Every thought and every sentence so clear and underlined, a beautiful poem Jan and truly admirable, thank you. Ulla xx
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Post by Larsen M. Callirhoe on Nov 19, 2011 17:50:30 GMT -5
awesome write jan. we have bumped into each on the forum before if my memory serves me properly. if not merry meet. there is so much to gain from this poem of yours on multiple levels. you describe beauty where there could be sadness but it is not looked at by you that way. maybe there was shock at one time but still a interesting refrain here in this line that is repeated superbly using these two lines so poetically. sounds like relationships going in different directions mentally, spiritually, metaphysically, and physically. enjoyed the read thoroughly and immensely.
*S/He left town
He went and left town."
in her heart she is blue/ sad with love represented symbolically by the color green. in her thoughts she weeps silently rain symbolical of tears falling. if i am wrong pardon me but i love looking at symbols, metaphors, and similies in poetry. especially something as crisp and beautifully composed or orchestrated as this poem here.
victor
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Post by Billy on Nov 19, 2011 23:59:25 GMT -5
excellent poem, lovely picture!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 20, 2011 5:50:27 GMT -5
had to read this one again dear Jan, just beautiful poetry, thanks!
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Post by Sierra on Nov 20, 2011 8:04:11 GMT -5
wonderful poem, thanks for the lovely read today!
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Post by Reggie on Nov 21, 2011 18:16:53 GMT -5
such excellence in this beautifully written poem, thanks for the post and the pciture!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 23, 2011 4:54:31 GMT -5
ENJOY your award, fantastic writing Jan!
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Post by Sierra on Nov 23, 2011 6:13:48 GMT -5
CONGRATS on the award!
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Post by Sara on Nov 23, 2011 7:28:37 GMT -5
WOW, what a lovely write and a most excellent job  CONGRATS on POTD  |
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Post by percy on Nov 23, 2011 11:20:13 GMT -5
stunning write!
beautiful picture...CONGRATS on POTD!
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Post by Charles on Nov 24, 2011 4:13:12 GMT -5
soild and beautiful write!
CONGRATS on POTD!
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your poetry, thanks for the post!
I adored this in its short and cropped sentences. wonderful to read you again.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
