Forlorn

Forlorn

No Good Answer

She turned towards him

long soft Blood Hound ears

on his fallen dog face

He knew it instantly

the animal instinct to run 

(what are you thinking right now)

She said

high beam headlights struck 

his face a hard portrait

  

glow-light eyes            amber in                                        

green mossy ferns

                                       

recklessness weightless waving         

in touch along pink washboard tides

rippling furrowed, plowed brows

as deep brown forest fragrances go to musk

witching hour owl tunes up 

like Celtic chanting

for broken sparrows               and              

he runs.                        

11/8/2020

E.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

Firstly - oh my goodness :) Wow...E, this is so damn emotionally intense, the execution (as always) is of sheer brilliant conveyance. I read your poetry and can guarantee there will be several pauses along the way. I too paused at the line "what are you thinking right now"...wondering what the reply would be as I ventured further into will they stay or won't they and the finale in this...what can I say...gave me goosebumps! Excellent E, truly so :)

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwwwwwwww Ruth! you are so kind and generous with this review .. it almost makes me think i'm sumpin' ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) goosebumps .. oh my .. i am truly humbled by that ...thank you again for reading, letting yourself experience and telling me about it .. so happy ..you made my day!
E.

[Susan 🌺]

long soft Blood Hound ears
on his fallen dog face
I thinks Ive seen this face! lol.....granted it was several years ago..but it's that lost look, helplessnees or flat out confusion...OR maybe what the heck did I get myself into look!
She said



high beam headlights struck
his face a hard portrait
HA! THIS is how women get the point across! hehe
Awww he ran? The nerve! haha.... Great write!

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha yes, Susan! you got the whole thing my friend .. thanks so much for making my day this morning .. i could not feel more gratified .. Happy New Year! Blessing galore upon you!
E.

[barleygirl]

Despite some reviewers reading this as an event that might've happened to a pet/dog, I'm seeing it as a metaphor for those times when we feel like a dog, kicked in the face by the very headlights that had been lighting up our way. The last half of your poem is a powerful depiction using unusual imagery to convey the sense of how being beat up can feel, making us consider flight, but we stay & take it a little longer, & finally we have to accept defeat & flee the madness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

yes .... its not about a dog ;) its about imagery as you say ... and a bit about how men react in the face of real emotion and attraction ;) we hit that point in a relationship when it is get serious or RUNNNNNNNNNNN! ... or lie and really muck things up .. love ya Ms. Barley .. such a treat when you read and review my rather oblique lines of thinking

[Robert Trakofler]

isn't it funny how fight or flight can overwhelm even the most innocuous of situations:/ instead of an angel sitting across from us we see a demon:( and run from the demons of past transgression, straight to the marrow penning wise fellow Einstein

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahah yes .. the demons of past transgressions .. oh .. i like that Bad One! thanks for reading my friend .. and taking time to review .. always an important thing eh!? :)
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

This poem must be read a few times my friend. You create thoughts and you create vision. The perfect flow of words led the reader to the strong ending. This is poetry my friend. The reader can feel every statement.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! so blessed by your remarks John! thank you very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem my friend and you are welcome.

[JungLee]

Very sad poem about an animal's death. You captured this feeling well.

[Einstein Noodle]

that's so interesting!! what animal do you see? what made you think he "died"? ..
E.

[JungLee]

I am reminded of an old dog. c:

[Einstein Noodle]

one of your own? have you lost a pet?

[JungLee]

A roommate's dog. He was cute old dog that died from old age.

[Einstein Noodle]

I'm sorry ... not easy to loose a beloved pet dog :(

[JungLee]

I agree! It is very sad

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I noticed the ploughed furrowed line a lot because I like to describe my husband's frowning forehead that way but your poem is too sublime and deep . Sounds wry and soulful. Kudos.

Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

[Einstein Noodle]

his brow is furrowed eh!? :))))))))))))))))))))))) that cracks me up :)))))))))))))))))) thanks for ploughing through this on Ms. S ;)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

Reminds me of a beloved Australian Sheep Dog who wanted to
climb onto your Lap and cuddle. He was grown and was adopted
as the family was no longer able to care for the poor orphan.
We often wonder... did he get too much affection or not enough.
I think he had a "Spell" cast on him when he was a Puppy...
"Never be alone"... always be close to someone". His name is 'Kinko'.
truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for sharing your personal story, Pat ...its beautiful and makes me want to read it in a novel ;) and thanks always for reading and reviewing my "stuff"
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are in our Prayers... with 💕 love, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you Pat ((((((((((((((((((((P)))))))))))))))))))))))

[Patricia Wedel]

Hugs are like up-side-down pineapple cake ... when an earthquake has occurred and you know there may be aftershocks... the world is a flowerbed of Pansies that survive under the Winter snow in dreams of yesterday when sunshine moments slipped away like the Waterfall down the Mountain side. gently, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

:)...................... you are forever Pat .. aren't you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Kind of real...most males have so much trouble communicating feelings.
He can't find the words, gets so uncomfortable, he finally just runs.
And she is left, stunned, perplexed...
wondering what happened---
I am probably opposite of this...I have to gush.
you capture this moment in a capsule that we are engaged to swallow...
and feel a sense of understanding about ourselves, or those we know who
just "run"!

so well done here.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much jacob ... yep .. well ... i ran ..more than once ;} but i still wonder if i am growed up yet ;)
E.

[Dave Brown]

this is a very deep thing poetically presented!!!
It often takes a 'man' not to turn and run but that isn't always the 'right' thing
At least that is what I consistently tell myself as I usually turn and run.
The 'high beams' and 'fallen dog face' is real good.
I've had lots of my little lovey things give me that super cute look.
Very enjoyable

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Dave ... love your honesty .. i'm a runner too ... sad to say ... it lends to too many what ifs ;)
E.