Tar Baby

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Tar Baby

Sadness came slowly like

the turning of leaves in Fall breezes

the colors

impregnable with the mind

only hearts

discern                   

red bursts     -       the 

yellow ripe lemons,

ethereal rusts,

pinion green cones

bleeding red oak and dogwood Easter blossoms

cut and split for fuel

we can know love

I went after it once 

down new avenues    -     lain

in hot macadam

I looked away 

I'm not sure what you did

as I watched

black asphalt poured over

old bones and memories

04/05/22

E.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“Sadness came slowly like
the turning of leaves in Fall breezes
the colors
impregnable with the mind
only hearts
discern “
Exquisite E., and so moving. Flow, words ‘al punto’, Imagery, colors, pathos, simile - all perfect. I could not help but follow this spiritual journey from alpha to inevitable omega. All of the colred bursts of love are what define and elevate us. Kudos my supremely sensitive friend…

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for such a sensitive reading and encouraging review ... makes me look to keep writing ... big thank you ma'am!
as always,
E.

[Chris Shaw]

I felt the sadness of autumn here. My least favourite season despite the glory of colour it does not lift the spirit. My feet got stuck in the hot tar. I couldn't get out. The stickiness of the situation.

I looked away
I'm not sure what you did

Some things are best left under the tar macadam. Love is strange.

Thoughtful write here tinged all the way through with sadness. Great read Mr E. So good to see a post from you and one that pulls on the emotions.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks so much Chris ... i am having a very long dry spell but ... with people such as we have here at the Cafe' .. i do not despair .. your review is encouraging and you read with a fine sensitivity my friend .. peace and joy always!
E.

[Chris Shaw]

And to you too my friend. Have a good week:)

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

The ending was sad but the whole poem was so wonderfully explained and expressed. I really like the detail and the feeling their vibe evoked. Sade has such a beautiful voice! tyfs

[Einstein Noodle]

what a super gratifying review, Cyprian! i think we are wholly sympatico .. thanks so much for taking time sir!
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

... I looked away, not sure what you did...
Stellar line.
Makes me think of my in-laws house that the Highway Department took.
After a lifetime of living there the whole neighborhood was bulldozed down for progress.

[Einstein Noodle]

that can be so heartbreaking, Cherrie! i am sorry for their loss ... i heard a story about the golf course the Masters is being played on and that golfers were hitting the ball farther and more accurately so the course bought up all the homes around the course so they could make it more difficult by expanding and altering .. all the homes but one ... they will not sell .. they have been there all their lives and like it .. their appraised home is $330,000 and the offers made to them are in the millions ... pretty sure i would take the money and run! ;))) thank you very much for taking time to read and review, Cherrie ... it's encouraging in my very long and dry time ... love and peace!
E.

[JE Falcon]

"I looked away
I'm not sure what you did" --- These lines are so right there, so perfect for this poem. And the poem presented some images not normally seen. But I suspect you planned that all the while. :) --- Thanks for this fun and curious read!

[Einstein Noodle]

really am grateful for your review JE ... "..fun and curious read" .. i can ask for no more .. i love that! peace brother! and love and joy!
E.

[Soren]

Vivid images and the last few lines grabbed me as a metaphor of how the memory of an attempt at love was preserved under a layer of what conducts us to new places or where we may just park. Very nice.

[Einstein Noodle]

man ...thank you so much for your insightful read of this one ... i could pretend i planned it that way ... but .. i'm just ......
E.

[Ken Simm.]

Sad and f Tar poured over is a remakable metaphor for depression and the sadness of old memories. And the pulll of that tar to release is equally strong for the effort both physical and moreso mental it takes to come away from such.
Whether about specific instances or not this is a finely crafted piece from an author at the top of his game..

[Einstein Noodle]

oh man! Ken ...you truly humble and elate me with your words ... thank you ... thank you very very much!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

At times it can feel like hot tar is poured over us...like we can not move and we are stuck. However, we can always find a way out of that tar....a friend can help pull us out. Old memories and old bones....I have plenty of both. Love the sound of Sade....bluesy and just perfect to accompany your words. Always great to see a poem from you, E. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Lydi ... i always appreciate your encouraging words .. glad you liked it .. and i agree about Sade .. she is one of my all time favorites .. happy sailin' darlin' ... see ya 'round .. right here at the Cafe'
E.

[William Michael Reeves]

Whoa! A new poem! I once knew love of your poetry and can now find it again. I was starting to think you got paved over. What a relief! And from the black sticky stink comes colorful words in your ink. I don't have any more time today so you'll have to impregnate my mind later. What a pleasant surprise to see you writing!

Bill

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you Sir William. I do appreciate your supportive words and being missed is humbling ... i have just not been moved to write ... i am not sure what the deal is ... i am passionate about fixing up my old Ford Pickup, milling pine with my new small chain saw mill .. the garden .. but writing ... it just isn't there and hasn't been for a while now .. still love reading everyone's stuff here .. i am always blessed with the diversity and learning about so many things and of course about poetry itself ... i feel dead in the water .. in the calm ... no winds to stir the sails .. so .. i am just letting it be .. this poem ruminated in my "thoughts" file over a year .. when i checked it .. it spoke to me and only needed some tweeking to get me to that place i thought i could post it .. thanks again for reviewing and your very kind words
E.