The Lighter Side of JzB
Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB see my other blog, Retirement Blues. (There be dragons!)
I claim copyright and reserve all rights for my original material of every type and genre.
Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku
"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.
*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.
of JzB see my other blog, Retirement Blues. (There be dragons!)
I claim copyright and reserve all rights for my original material of every type and genre.
Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku
"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.
*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Is Love a Tender Thing in the Imaginary Garden
For a suitable thorn and flower visual, I'll refer you to MMT's recent post.
i saw her today
that girl i once loved
years ago when we were young
chaste foolish catholic kids
nobody planned this
i turned and there she was
a muddle of memories
joy and pain the awful pain
heartbreak that was long ago
so why do i feel this longing inside
those agonizing memories
let me go i’m leaving now
and then she smiled
Labels:
imaginary garden,
lame effort,
love,
misery,
mystery,
sadness
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...anytime the hunter gets captured by the game, la la la....
ReplyDeleteAh. Very sweet, and poignant too. K. Manicddaily
ReplyDeleteSuch a tender write really--time makes the pain less --well sometimes
ReplyDeleteI think that is what I would feel too.. even after all those years.. I wonder if the smile didn't make it even worse.
ReplyDelete"and then she smiled" i get the feeling its all worth it
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentines 2015
much love...
Yes... such moments tear at the heart no matter how many years may go by.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful and poignant, full of emotion . I resonate with the chaste Catholic kids...I had a first love like that too.
ReplyDeleteI love the stillness and zooming in feeling on that last smile...well done!
ReplyDeleteThose youthful feelings never go away ... Perhaps buried but they are a part of us. I get this poem - perhaps we all should
ReplyDeleteFirst love or the loves of youth leave such an impression. Love your ending,
ReplyDeleteUnforgettable .. your first love. This is special.
ReplyDeleteThis one makes me a little sad, but it is nicely written nonetheless.
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