The Revenant 1949 by Andrew Wyeth
Photo suggested by Tess Kincaid
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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...
the madness...
Yet he still finds me...
haunts me...
with his intensity...
"Come on baby...
I need you to calm me down..."
"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:
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.
Wow. He needs you, but you don't need him. This really captures that questioning look I see in the photograph. Nice!
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.
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? :-)
Life is in the balance, can be so loving and also so deceiving! Imperative to see it early!
Hank
Like the image of smoothing the ruffled collar ... that was vivid for me.
He always wore white
but his thoughts
were the deepest black...
Love this...
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!
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