baby, let me
follow you down
through taproot and tangled tributary
into the dark
cave hollow hole of fortitude
where you hold my broken
and i
offer crooked silence
as ancillary billet
while time marches down the skin
of our guarded intermingled spines
in the guise
of everlasting ants
heaving heavy minutes
on scarab-colored backs
at night
our sighs fill the sky
turning earth into petrified
remembrance
and we spring leaves
from gnarled fingertips
brushing tears from our cheeks
as we whisper dirty jokes
to the moon
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February 25th, 2014 at 7:56 am
hahaha love the close…and the sense of despite it all we are together…the roots was my thought…i like the playfulness though
February 25th, 2014 at 12:53 pm
smiles… whispering dirty jokes to the moon…i bet she heard her fare share of them…smiles
February 25th, 2014 at 1:31 pm
Wonderful – almost a little too inside, but you brought it all back home perfectly.
February 25th, 2014 at 1:43 pm
i love it!
February 25th, 2014 at 2:40 pm
I interpret the whole first stanza as a lovely description, yet a lusty & earthy one, of love-making; applauding your poetic way to share, to comment on coitus. That crazy moon has witnessed so much, sentinel, watchdog, out there every night, pushing back the curtains of clouds, to be witness to love; and the converse as well, but that is a poem of a different color.
February 25th, 2014 at 3:12 pm
I love this.. I think it might be one of my new favorite… the dark images to start with, and then the joyous laissez fair with dirty jokes to the moon.. wonderful 🙂
February 25th, 2014 at 3:25 pm
Quite sensuous, sensual and very open to interpretation…
February 25th, 2014 at 3:28 pm
whispering dirty jokes to the moon, love that.
February 25th, 2014 at 3:29 pm
An interesting write. I’ll want to come back and re-read this a fourth time. >KB
February 25th, 2014 at 3:36 pm
I like the ending too…whispering dirty jokes to the moon! I picture the moon as having a sense of humor about these things. Smiles.
February 25th, 2014 at 3:56 pm
Wow – that is quite a journey – apt, surreal and yet the note in which you chose to end sounds so much fun.
February 25th, 2014 at 4:59 pm
Lovely post!
The ending is playful and your use of words is magical!
February 25th, 2014 at 5:00 pm
chorus joiner, here 🙂 ~
February 25th, 2014 at 5:20 pm
Love the closing stanza here–made me smile and sigh
February 25th, 2014 at 6:07 pm
Ha! had me smiling at the end… love the darkness of the 1st stanza as well
February 25th, 2014 at 7:40 pm
Gorgeous poem, Kelly.
February 25th, 2014 at 7:50 pm
I agree with some of the others I enjoyed the last stanza and whispering dirty jokes to the moon made me smile.
February 25th, 2014 at 11:06 pm
Oh I like this. A bit different, but you still got me at the end. Nice.
Tina @ Life is Good
February 26th, 2014 at 1:45 am
Lovely way to be together in tough times and well discribed
February 26th, 2014 at 9:29 am
Broken, crooked, guarded, petrified, gnarled — and thus tested, still together and counting on moonlight despite it all. Nothing like turning the dirty joke on its head and remaining full of life!
February 26th, 2014 at 10:08 am
The photo here brings the words a visual translation unlike one of humans would ….I appreciate your knack for words…..here I like ‘time marching down the skin.’
February 26th, 2014 at 11:45 am
I kind agree with surreal.
February 26th, 2014 at 2:47 pm
Fabulous use of the metaphor through – giving rise to a deeper, richer meaning to the word play. Very fine poem…very fine.
February 26th, 2014 at 4:34 pm
You use this wonderfully developed metaphor to the maximum. The co-mingling of opposites who are nonetheless perfectly as one. Very sensual underneath it all with a great windup.
Steve K.
February 27th, 2014 at 12:33 pm
beautiful imagery for aging with a lover.