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| "Corseted Woman" |
Forested secrets,
fragile floral bouquets,
sprout once again to life.
A woman tightly corseted,
glances over her shoulder
forever a witness
to impassioned moments
of Jake & Jess, Laura, Tommy,
Daniel's love for Lindsay.
Carved reflections
of yesteryear, dates, initials,
billboarded love, pledged.
A lover's path I stroll,
wonder if "Please Love Me"
is still searching.
by Margaret Bednar, March 21, 2013
This poem is linked with Poetry Jam - Reflections and Friday Flash 55 (linked up after 8 pm tonight)
Unique approach to reflections here--and as usual wonderful photos! The corseted woman is especially captivating! Well done poem as well!
ReplyDeleteThis is really great, i love this approach to, taking what seems the everyday and making it special. Great imagination and thought.
ReplyDeleteWow, this poem (and its accompanying photo) gives me chills. You wonder, don't you, if those who carved these messages still remember they carved them, if they would still be meaningful in their lives. I do hope all turned out well for those who wished as they carved.
ReplyDeleteI have always wondered where the lovers are now....great poem and thoughts!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing reflections and a lovely poem! I played catch up viewing while I was away ~ Downton Abbey ~ I was in awe of the corseted lovelies!
ReplyDelete"Forested secrets" - I love that !!!
ReplyDelete...honestly, seeing tree trunks carved with notes as if like a wall of graffiti art really saddens me... just sayin'...
ReplyDeleteA woman tightly corseted,
ReplyDeleteglances over her shoulder
forever a witness
That's great, Margaret. I love trees and have seen a lady with osteoporosis in one, but never one wearing a girdle.
I love this Margaret--and the pictures are icing on the cake. I often see people or things in trees--they have their own personalities, for sure. Hope you all are feeling better at your house.
ReplyDeleteThat corseted tree looks more like Chewbacca!
ReplyDeleteBut I just love the life and soul that you put in ALL God's creatures
You are a Peach!
Except when you rub it in about the weather!
Loved your creative 55
Thanks for playing...You ROCK Baby!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
oh dang...the please love me one is rather sad....i hear the desperation in their words....i love the romanticism of messages carved in trees....smiles...
ReplyDeletelol....g...even chewbaccas need love...smiles.
This was lovely and touching. There's a certain sidewalk in a certain town here in Ontario that bears the initials of my first "boyfriend" and me --he couldn't resist a fresh pour of concrete though I remember the city workers cursing him...but they left the initials :) Oh, and we were all of 12 at the time.
ReplyDeleteI feel for Please Love Me but I also feel for the poor trees.
ReplyDeleteMargaret the emotions that arose in me were a knife, a scooping and an indelible branding within the wood of my soul. I've saved this to memory ~brilliant entwined emotions in woody words!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great point of view to write from! This is charming, words and pictures.
ReplyDeleteA hopeless romantic, I see.
ReplyDeleteephemeral lovers come
ReplyDeleteand go
the patient tree
watches
and when
the wind blows
shrugs
Cheers!
JzB
Love is a haunting path.
ReplyDeletethis is unique...have quite a different feeling...loved this...
ReplyDeleteAmazing how the photo and the prompts worked together! I will definitely look at the bark of trees with a closer eye to see what I can find. Hope "Please love me" did find love!
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