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Picture taken by my friend Cyndi Leos....thank you Cyndi.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Magpie #82: Be Gone

The Revenant 1949 by Andrew Wyeth

Photo suggested by Tess Kincaid
Challenge and hostessed by Magpie Tales

He still comes to me
in my dreams
beckoning me
with his ruffled collar
knowing I would
always
smooth it down...

I don't know where he is
I stopped taking his calls
years ago...
I had to stop
the madness...

Yet he still finds me...
haunts me...
with his intensity...
"Come on baby...
I need you to calm me down..."

I needed to laugh
to dance
to explore...

He always wore white
but his thoughts 
were the deepest black...

I can't help you anymore...
be gone!

~dkb~



8 comments:

bodhirose said...

I had to stop talking to someone too--this reminded me of that. Sometimes it's healthier to just cut them off! I enjoyed your poem, Donna.

Margaret said...

Wow. He needs you, but you don't need him. This really captures that questioning look I see in the photograph. Nice!

Thisisme. said...

Loved that poem today. I guess we have all had someone in our lives that we knew wasn't really good for us, and that we had to let them go.

DJan said...

Ooooo! That's good, Donna. Glad the White Man is GONE from your dreams and now inhabiting your poetry. I know he's not a real guy... right? :-)

kaykuala said...

Life is in the balance, can be so loving and also so deceiving! Imperative to see it early!

Hank

Helen said...

Like the image of smoothing the ruffled collar ... that was vivid for me.

Jo Bryant said...

He always wore white
but his thoughts
were the deepest black...

Love this...

Bee's Blog said...

This is extraordinary in that I dreamed of a past love last night and was tempted to write along the same lines as you have. I chose not to and am glad I did because there is no way i could written it as well as you have. Great piece!