For http://dversepoets.com we are writing "echo" poems, something I had not heard of before. Easy to rhyme, but difficult to tell a story. I enjoyed this.
Her lips, chapped by the hot sun, kept closed nowhow
Her eyes search toward the northernmost sky
sigh
Their affair need not have ended but for
wore
thin his stubbornness, her buttermilk style,
while
when neither would swallow their foolish pride
lied
She packs his bags and puts them on the porch
torch
along with his hat and satchel of clothes
loathes
She tossed his dusty boots outside the door
floor
Familiar tunes echo in the wind
rescind
Coalesced clouds of white birds take up flight
light
She walks back to her log cabin in peace
cease
She lives a world apart surrounded,
fed
by books she had meant to read and began
can
build her own life down the Book Woman Road
load
She watches and sits in the summer swing
wing
She is sheltered from the storm of warm rain
sane
For her life has become her own to live
sieve
She intends to live it as she sees fit
knit
Wow!! Such a passionate echo verse :D
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Beautifully captured :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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ReplyDeleteCaptivating ... I liked the last bit... She intends to live . Well done Kathy
As a rocking of the prompt, this kicks dVerse butt. One can only hope the voice is fictitious & not personal, for it is rife with clarity, authority, & pain; courted by chaos.
ReplyDeleteFascinating story of independence woven with an affair.
ReplyDeleteA woman who chooses books over a stubborn man cannot go wrong!
ReplyDeleteNice! Everyone should live their life as they see fit!
ReplyDeletesuch a story in echo verse!!!!....so very well done! could feel the passion all through...
ReplyDeleteIndeed.. Finding your own way after being deceived.. Torch the past and go forth.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea you could build up such a compelling narrative from echo verse - you have done a great job here. (And spoken to me in a very direct way at this moment in time.)
ReplyDelete@ Kathy - oh, i'd be so happy if you could find that Spanish term for me! Thanks for stopping in.
ReplyDeleteI like this. This woman taking charge of her life, literally putting the garbage to the curb and picking up the things that matter.
ReplyDeleteWhen you read this aloud, the echos are so sweet and subtle...and I like "buttermilk style"....interesting term.
ReplyDeleteyou really nailed this... each echo truly did just that with every line. I don't think I was this on point with my echos... smiles.
ReplyDeleteThese boots are made for walking
ReplyDeleteTalk
These legs are made for dancing
Prance
My wife allows me to be free
Glee..;)
I think i'll
write a song
one day
or perhaps
one will
copy
one
from me..;)
And interestingly Echolalia
is a condition that i am
'gifted' with from
birth along with
the precocious
HYPERLEXIC
reading skills
that helP
me to communicate
as a non-verbal
autistic child..
and that's
a big pArt
of why i
am unique
as the parrot
learns to sing..:)
But it's hard to relate
that to folks who have
always spoken easy
and do not understand
the sadness and
loneliness
of understanding
it all with silence...
No one will
shut me up
now.. as
i can
finAlly
speak
it all
OUT
WITH WORDS
AND STEPS OF LIFE AS DANCE
AND POETRY AS SONG OF FREE..:)
Impressive storytelling, Kathy, with echoes of resolve (regret may come later) but there's something attractive about Book Woman Road!
ReplyDeleteShe is sheltered from the storm of warm rain
ReplyDeletesane
For her life has become her own to live
sieve
Beautiful and nice images
oh wow - really nice storytelling - not an easy thing with the form but you did beautifully - glad she found herself there in the end..
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