adultery
a family tree
of knotted ebony
broken branches
in the elements
addiction
parallel existences
touching ?
never
criminal
but when ferocious storms strike
unspeakables
buried in dense foliage
violence
‘shush’ the wind
whispers and rushes
to cover the sound
envy
one small sound
growing
searching for light
clean air
hate
a place to cleanse
the past
cry it in to the world
lies
ungag the silence
remove the mask
break the shackles
secrets
speak freedom in to being
life in to truth
being in to life
let fly the truth
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unbosom = to pour out; to tell freely
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This week’s contribution for ABC Wednesday
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Lovely Jo, i wish i could think things like that up.
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I’m sure you could Harry – thank you for the lovely comment – made my day !!
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Your poetry is always one of my favorite parts of your blog! I love seeing verse kept alive even though people keep trying to tell me it’s a dying art form.
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What a great thing for me to come on here and find to read – thank you so much for saying that.
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This is really cool. I like the structure. It feels like you let it all out. I particularly like the stanza after violence.
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Thanks so much Cathy – I appreciate your saying so.
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Another very clever post Jo, I love the way you’ve presented it. You have a real gift for poetry, I hope you keep it all together somewhere because you could create an anthology.
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Thank you Gilly – I really enjoy hearing what you think so much.
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That’s a great word. Don’t hear it very often. Feel liberated after reading your poem.
ROG, ABC Wednesday team
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Thanks Roger – glad to aid liberation anywhere/anytime.
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Giggling at “unbosom” because of my great-aunt Rilla, who insisted that we never, ever refer to the white meat of the chicken as the “breast”. It was the chicken’s bosom! I always thought it sounded much worse, but mom said, “Hush. When you’re in your aunt Rilla’s house, you use her words”. Gave me a neat memory, anyhow.
And “unbosom” gave you a great poem.
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Aren’t elderly Aunts one of the best things in life – they provide so much fodder for later circumspection.
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Great Selection above Jo I learn again from your class he, he ,
Hey where is your photo challenge entry ?
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Thanks Jake – I try – but it is hard with trying to load things with such a slow computer. I do also have a life so when it all takes soooooooo long, well except for the post the other day – I just get on with other stuff instead.
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I love this series of poems; just one word and you soar into the ether. Brilliant description of a family tree: ‘knotted ebony’ and ‘broken branches’. And the feeling of freedom you gradually build to after the ‘dense foliage’ is wonderful. Your ‘ABC’ poems would make a wonderful collection.
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Thank you. I had never thought about something like that. But you have certainly planted an idea. Now I need to come up with a V word – quickly.
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