Our Bravest Face

Our Bravest Face

A Poem by Crowley
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From a prompt of the picture up there. The picture is called Morning by Clarence White - 1906.

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We saw the glade, we strolled the hollow, at five o’clock I brushed your hair

You sent shivers up my spine and talked of the milk white skin of my thigh

And we laughed about the Mister and seriousness of political love and polemic lust

And how difficult it is to listen to the worlds conventions and not lose hope

 

Companion loved, companion lost

You were rolled in oats and honey 

And I whinnied and pranced about

The connection the slimmest and strongest filament 

Umbilical nourishment and telepathic rapture

You left me without a shore

 

We ate the berries, we bathed in lavender, at five o’clock you brushed my hair

You told me you were moving on, we cried pools of memories into your lap

And we laughed about the Mister and the seriousness or mortal thought and heavens trap 

And how difficult the night would be without the crickets

 

Companion loved, companion lost

I was awkward, lithe and funny

And you laughed and rolled about

The connection being severed by a razors edge

What will I do without my sunshine

I left you without a moor

© 2019 Crowley


Author's Note

Crowley
Happy Sunday!!! Almost time for Karaoke!!!

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The love and strength and passion that went into this- it's absolutely incredible, a strong, intense poem and you can feel the love seeping out. I agree with Coyote Poetry, this is absolutely pure, loving poetry. You give off the emotions in each word, you can feel the bittersweetness and the longing, the intention behind the whole thing, and when you put all this together, it's this huge, masterpiece of a story, written as a poem. Not to mention, it's incredibly inspiring and made me want to write. Thank you so much for sharing this, and I absolutely will be reading more!

Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

11 Months Ago

Dang...thanks for the awesome review, its probably my second favorite piece that Ive posted on this .. read more
This is poetry Crowley. You made me believe and understand every word.
"Companion loved, companion lost
You were rolled in oats and honey
And I whinnied and pranced about
The connection the slimmest and strongest filament
Umbilical nourishment and telepathic rapture
You left me without a shore"
The above lines. I could write a epic tale from. When someone escape our life we needed. Become like a river flowing away from you and you cannot catch. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Months Ago


Crowley

11 Months Ago

This is one of my favorites, I think that women had only each other for much of their existence in t.. read more
Coyote Poetry

11 Months Ago

I agree my friend. Sister and best friends. They stay friends always. You are welcome my friend.
if I had the money I would send you an advance check for 10k to make you write a book! your poetic voice lends itself so well to dialogue I wonder if you realize how you jump instantly into the character within the first stanza of your poems?

Posted 11 Months Ago


This has a very lyrical lilt about it and one can almost touch the corners of the fragile, fading relationship, an outsider, looking in. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 12 Months Ago


I love that picture by Clarence White. Your words evoke an entire novel. You should write that novel.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This was a very special connection! I felt the emotion from the special imagery and the words conveying the loss of that special someone. The regret is felt in the severance wherein one is left without their moor and the other without their sunshine. Yet what has to be done has to be done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This must surely be one of the most beautiful of your literary creations I have ever had the pleasure of stumbling upon.. Not that I stumbled coz I did set out to find ya latest... but that was yesterday.. now gotta go check out ya newbies.... N

Posted 3 Years Ago


Loved this lyric, Crowley. I sense a relationship without strong connection . . . at least where it mattered the most. The conversations between this couple remain thin as gossamer . . . good intellectual conversation, but nothing is revealed about each other as a person. It's almost as if these two are attracted to each other's mind, and of course, the flesh (brushing of hair, white thighs, eating berries and bathing in lavender.) But the true glue of a lasting relationship is missing. To me, the "Mister" is a symbol for a non-emotional object to dance around, a non-committal play-acting. Again, I like your long lines as they seem to match the style and form of this piece. It's a wonderful vignette you've painted here . . . one of your best. Congratulations.
T.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Crowley

3 Years Ago

You are as close as any one has been. The photo was a prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, I .. read more
kentuck14

3 Years Ago

Crowl, You maybe very right on that. did appreciate this poem.
Tom
'We ate the berries, we bathed in lavender, at five o’clock you brushed my hair - You told me you were moving on, we cried.. .. .. '

Seems you can transfer so much of this and that when you write, tis as if you can change directions, garb and emotion with ease - or you certainly appear to.. writing like the above isn't simple as slipping in a puddle, ever. This poem is remarkably charged, emotional and physical, rearing and roaring yet with a calm contentment of what was, is and might be... One of your best, if i'm allowed to say so, Crowley, sir.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Crowley

3 Years Ago

Thanks Emma!!! I always feel like I'm slipping in a puddle...lol. Some times when I come up, I'm jus.. read more
A cheerful note after a story of heartbreak...good man, Crowley! Don't let it get to you. Sing and smile, you magnificent, creamy-thighed b*****d!!

Posted 3 Years Ago



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