Tiger Balm

Tiger Balm

A Poem by LouBelle

My tiger wanders foreign lands
far from the clutch of the hands of man
he won't commit to a single home
walls won't allow his free heart to roam

and with his heart he loves too often 
tigresses hope that for them it will soften 
I rub your balm on my tense head
and feel your warmth within my bed

snuggling into the smell of your chest
your fur into which my weight would rest 
fresh mint hazes clear my head 
I kissed your cheek and then you said

mi amore, lets go away
I can't stay here for one single day 

detached you were
but free I was not
I lost my purr
and me you forgot.

My tiger wanders 
some place far away
see you on the white sands, 
one day. 

© 2020 LouBelle


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We miss all things when we lose them.
"detached you were
but free I was not
I lost my purr
and me you forgot."
I do like the above lines. When we learn we are in a prison. Can we escape? Thank you LouBelle for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

3 Months Ago

I suppose it depends if the keys are on the inside or on the outside... some people don't seem to wa.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I agree dear Laura and you are welcome.



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This poem makes me cream my jeans for the days when I was young & carefree & adamantly independent. I was born on 4th of July (independence day here) & I have never been married & haven't lived with anyone for 30 years. I have felt mostly misunderstood about my fierce need for freedom & your poem is the most understanding I've ever experienced, as far as "the other person" respecting & accepting what it means to engage with someone who can't be tamed. I love all the ways you embrace the tiger personality, but also making this very human (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

3 Months Ago

With such a birthday, Margie, I am not at all surprised that you have sought to keep your independen.. read more
We miss all things when we lose them.
"detached you were
but free I was not
I lost my purr
and me you forgot."
I do like the above lines. When we learn we are in a prison. Can we escape? Thank you LouBelle for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

3 Months Ago

I suppose it depends if the keys are on the inside or on the outside... some people don't seem to wa.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I agree dear Laura and you are welcome.
sometimes freedom and its allure keep one from making a commitment...but often the other heart becomes chewed up and spit out....even when it is not intended. Excellent metaphor carried out from beginning to sad end.

Posted 8 Months Ago


LouBelle

3 Months Ago

This was an eye-opening review for me, Jacob. I hadn't once considered that this chewing up and spit.. read more
Nice romanticized poem of a heart that cant be fettered and also of a heart that's been bettered. I appreciate the point of view from this side

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

8 Months Ago

Thank you Kent. It was great to read your thoughts.
Laura.

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Added on March 13, 2020
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