Logic would say, given my age,
Most of loves past, tragic or blissful,
Have crossed Acheron
Aboard the Punt Fierce Brightness
Still, they survive, unscathed,
On that red dirt road in my heart,
Singing their siren songs.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2021 09:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Neville. Thanks, I needed that.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Good write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
A good poem Jerry.
Thanks, S.C.
Loves pain, always leave a deep scar, that is so well poemed by you.
Thanks, M.S.
Yes even crossing that river of woe former loves however old survive in our heart - - what a wonderful thought Jerry and how very true.
Thanks, Fay.
And why not, indeed. Enjoy.
Point made succinctly - yer didn't go on about it for twenty stanzas, did yer?
Thanks, Dave.
My farther said "Don't talk past the close."
Those loves will always be with you Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Red. A dirt road? Red is the vivid colour of passion still in your heart it seems.
Thanks, Dusk.
It's a useful metaphor, also the color of the soil where I grew up, rich in nutrients but enough clay to pack tight into a road.
This is better than good, this is something else ...
ps I am honoured by your acknowledgement sir ... N 🙂
Thanks, Neville.
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