Sunday, April 28, 2013

One Single Impression: Liquid


help and hurt

Fueled with jasmine oil the romance was hot
love kept it kindled such a sweet couple

Later in life there came troubled water
'he' quenched our fire a cold shoulder remained

Separate ways we went experienced two
wary of every stone--left some unturned

Soon two plus two equals two couples new
seasoned chill resistant with second starts

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© 2013 Jimmiehov
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Thanks to Gillena Cox for this week's prompt, liquid
Find more poems using the prompt word at One Single Impression.
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At Monday, April 29, 2013 2:07:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

Ah, so much life in this.

At Monday, April 29, 2013 3:37:00 AM, Blogger Harshad Mehta said...

Well, known story well said.Good flow!

At Monday, April 29, 2013 7:31:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Going separate ways and building up life anew. So it is! Nicely Dr Jim!


At Monday, April 29, 2013 8:30:00 AM, Blogger Kimolisa said...

Short and sweet and very effective. A sad reality now a days

At Monday, April 29, 2013 8:53:00 AM, Blogger Laurie Kolp said...

How fortunate to find love again!

At Monday, April 29, 2013 10:50:00 AM, Blogger Helen said...

I've walked in those shoes .... satisfying second acts are a great way to end a play!!!

At Monday, April 29, 2013 10:53:00 AM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

This could be titled A Twice Told Tale. Cleverly done.

At Monday, April 29, 2013 11:33:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

You worked the liquid metaphor very well in this poem - a familiar tale, a sad old story.

At Monday, April 29, 2013 2:53:00 PM, Blogger Loch Rob said...

And we wonder Jim why 50% of marriages end up on divorce. The jasmine oil cools off. :0 I read your poem and after the first couple of lines knew that couple was in trouble. You confirm it later with the split. I like to flow and vocabulary in your poem. An excellent read and take on the prompt.

At Monday, April 29, 2013 6:00:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

I couldn't find an email address for you ... so here goes with info on the iron horses!

Greg Congleton has constructed life-size draft horses pulling a 42” diameter Ponderosa log. He doesn't just fabricate steel sculptures out of new steel but builds the form out of many interesting items that have had a former life. One horse is male and the other female. Says Greg, "he is more tuned to the industrial age with a gas engine and truck transmission while she is more ropes and pulleys technology with an antique hay trolley and Singer sewing machine. The log contains vintage chain saws and a misery whip."

At Monday, April 29, 2013 6:22:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Love lost and found..beautiful!

At Monday, April 29, 2013 7:37:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

What a curious image Jim. It is such a unique pairing with the poem. Relationships may start out hot but they can fizzle. Nicely written.

At Monday, April 29, 2013 8:13:00 PM, Blogger Sreeja said...

beautiful and to true...nice!

At Monday, April 29, 2013 9:11:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

Better to start anew ... life is too short.

At Tuesday, April 30, 2013 12:25:00 AM, Blogger Kay L. Davies said...

Well put, Jim. So many of us understand.

At Tuesday, April 30, 2013 8:40:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

The shape of life is fluid--liquid--but not without its choppy waters.

It's good to be here, Jim. Work is crazy and time flies; it's good to come back.

At Tuesday, April 30, 2013 8:57:00 PM, Blogger Kathie Brown said...

Well, this is different! Quite a lot to take in and think about. I like Sandy's comment about the choppy waters!

At Wednesday, May 01, 2013 7:55:00 AM, Blogger audrey` said...

Second chance with a new beginning, Dr Jim :)

At Saturday, May 04, 2013 8:21:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

You're up at OSI tomorrow with feelings. Please send us your poem for the home page!

At Sunday, May 05, 2013 7:26:00 PM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

enjoyed the transition in your poem; always look forward to your images this one's a treat

much love...


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