Sometimes I cry at the riverbank— My place of truth. Trillium leaves bend in like concerned friends And listen as I lament. My Ideal Reader has moved on to another genre, And it makes me sad. It’s not that I won’t be read (heard, Understood , loved) . . . I said all I could anyway; The rest cannot be expressed in pen. I wince when I think of those Written whispers, secrets spilled in ink - I never think – I just do. But the Reader, the Truth-teller, Intense with intelligence, Always uses the sense God gave us. Honest too. Like a jellyfish you can see right through; You want to touch that kind of honesty, But, beware of what is Hidden there. Truth stings. In the distance I hear the The rumble of a coming storm. I appreciate the warning and rise for The short walk home. Maybe I’ll keep writing. Mix it up a bit- and take On an assumed name. Look, I’m smiling again. And dreaming.
"Maybe I'll keep writing"? Oh, I surely do hope so! I especially liked the first four lines: "Sometimes I cry at the riverbank— My place of truth. Trillium leaves bend in like concerned friends And listen as I lament." Of course anything that contains a mention of wildflowers catches my eyes. I like, too, that you seem to have cried it out for the moment and ended up with a tentative plan in mind and were once again smiling; dreaming. Nice ending! ~~lb~~
"Me, my thoughts are flower strewn, ocean storm, bayberry moon; I have got to leave to find my way..." REM
Posts: 1915 | Location: somewhere over the rainbow | Registered: 06-30-02
I haven't been to this site in some time (alas), but when I return I find this wonderfully written piece. As the butterfly said..."Please do" continue writing! You have a marvelous sense of pathos and joy that exudes from every word. Well done!
Posts: 497 | Location: San Jose, CA, USA | Registered: 06-12-01
I think this has to be one of my favorite pieces from you.
Trillium leaves bend in like concerned friends a very unique simile here
I could go on and on with this piece but my friend jchill said it best
It doesn’t get much better than this.
Rico Gavin Gabrielle/ Julian Alexander May 11. 2003- June 3, 2003 Gavin Gabrielle Knox (Reborn) March 21, 2004 Raw, gutsy, and in-your-face. are words that have been used. To me they describe exactly what Rico is all about. Don't ever change………comments from Songbird in the poem “ Walking Through Hell” Rico-style Unmatched - unsurpassed......Rhon831 from the poem "My Fruit" :breathless: ...... Concerned Brotha from the poem "Formality" When you see the name 'Rico' - you think of Poetry Knockout from the poem "My Fruit" MLK Jr. meets Kanye Gamzplayer from '' a Safe Poem"
Posts: 1362 | Location: Atlanta, GA | Registered: 08-19-02
It's all about the jelly fish for me. I like that analogy. Keep it up girly. You're a gifted writer and you are a wonderful contributor to these boards. You are part of QL's personality. "You complete us!" haha
Posts: 39 | Location: Cincinnati, Ohio, US | Registered: 11-29-07
Perhaps that is but a dream - only a sentiment. But we might be nonetheless bold with Heaven in 'lamenting' that its rain of justice and mercy does not fall enough on our vulnerabilities. We must keep heart! We must abide in the trust that Providence, in due time, shall make an account for every tear that has fallen, and for every word that we believed to have silently expired, unappreciated. Mayhaps, we might find that another reader, of a different ideal, has inhaled every word - and that is was, to Him, a precious fragrance of inestimable worth.
