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
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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© 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.
Also shared and listed with Real Toads Open Link Monday
Find more poems using the prompt word at One Single Impression.
Also shared and listed with Real Toads Open Link Monday
Ah, so much life in this.
ReplyDeleteWell, known story well said.Good flow!
ReplyDeleteGoing separate ways and building up life anew. So it is! Nicely Dr Jim!
ReplyDeleteHank
Short and sweet and very effective. A sad reality now a days
ReplyDeleteHow fortunate to find love again!
ReplyDeleteI've walked in those shoes .... satisfying second acts are a great way to end a play!!!
ReplyDeleteThis could be titled A Twice Told Tale. Cleverly done.
ReplyDeleteYou worked the liquid metaphor very well in this poem - a familiar tale, a sad old story.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't find an email address for you ... so here goes with info on the iron horses!
ReplyDeleteGreg 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."
Love lost and found..beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a curious image Jim. It is such a unique pairing with the poem. Relationships may start out hot but they can fizzle. Nicely written.
ReplyDeletebeautiful and to true...nice!
ReplyDeleteBetter to start anew ... life is too short.
ReplyDeleteWell put, Jim. So many of us understand.
ReplyDeleteK
The shape of life is fluid--liquid--but not without its choppy waters.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be here, Jim. Work is crazy and time flies; it's good to come back.
Well, this is different! Quite a lot to take in and think about. I like Sandy's comment about the choppy waters!
ReplyDeleteSecond chance with a new beginning, Dr Jim :)
ReplyDeleteJim,
ReplyDeleteYou're up at OSI tomorrow with feelings. Please send us your poem for the home page!
enjoyed the transition in your poem; always look forward to your images this one's a treat
ReplyDeletemuch love...