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| You were the wild cat |
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| You were the frog |
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| The quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dog |
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| You were the snake which curled in the sand |
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| The spider crawling on my hand |
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| You were the terrorist of my heart |
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| The curare on a poison dart |
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| You were the moon's deepest abyss |
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| The peck of a piranha's kiss |
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| You were the absinthe but just one shot |
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| The memory even time forgot |
Words: The Solitary Walker
Attribution (from top to bottom):
Steve Snodgrass
Harmen Piekema
Hejwazzup
Ian W Fieggen
Bryce McQuillan
Nevit Dilmen
Oliver Delgado
NASA
Gonzalo Rivero
Eric Litton
NASA
9 comments:
I'm intrigued, Robert. It's like an illustrated children's book for adults, remembering a lover who was mysterious, evasive, dangerous, and maybe irresistible. But in the end, better done without.
I hear music with these words and many of your poems and am moved. This one with imagery is like an illumination.
Am re-reading The New Harmony: the Spirit, the Earth and the Human Soul, by J. Philip Newell. This early morning, I was reading his thoughts about oneness and St. John of Patmos. Now what is coming to mind after reading your words is:
"... I fought with my twin, that enemy within
'Til both of us fell by the way ..."
By the way, J. Philip Newell is from Scotland, and this morning I was also reading about a hike he made in the Cairngorms.
This is beautiful, Robert! And perhaps a little sad too. What stays with me the most, is the fascinating stringing together of the images and the lines.
Sometimes I think I follow too many poets because poetry can be hard for me, but with this... I understand why I read you.
Like it. Finding and putting the wiki photos together with it must have been a bit wearing/eyewatering!
Love the Quinterviews - just back from a week in Wales so I''ve just found them.
Poetry with pictures? I think you just found a way to break through to my sector of the market!
But seriously -- just one shot?
Thanks everyone so much for your comments.
Yes, luckily just one shot, Goat. More than that and I would probably have become an obscure symbolist poet destined for an early grave.
What an interesting way to present your poem. Love it.
Thanks for visiting, Grace!
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