Iowa Temple

The Fewtch

I borrowed a guitar
from the deaf lady's daughter
carried it
on my back felt
the warmth about
the waist of the blonde

Stairs sunk
like rising water
like a sunset backwards
rises
massive spires curves like gold brick rainbows and blues

I saw her
and saw what

I wanted to see

the curves and lace

Reviews

[ROBIN-RAMBLES-ON]

You have a wonderful array of colors going through your words I deeply enjoyed

[The Twin Arenas]

Muchas gracias.

[Rosalind Gale]

Do not walk away in silence? Love the smash of words - all so wonderfully intrepid. I am glad to have read you this rather quiet night -
Rosie
-x-

[Bacchus]

refreshing write
cool for sure.
the guitar and girls
intertwine into both
as you walk away.

[V]

I have read a few of your poems and they all provide a very interesting word choice and content. I like your take on life, reflected in your poems, in general. The writes read kind of different from other poetry but enjoyable.

[Meghan Ann]

I like this a lot. It's immediately intriguing. The imagery is unique and cool.. Thanks for writing it

[kxa]

Very nice. So short and sweet but just enough imagery to create all the right pictures in my mind.

[Chenin Marie]

The idea of a deaf lady whose daughter plays guitar, music she can never hear.
Choppy flow like the lake on a windy day.
The last four lines are great too.

[S. K. Burke]

I love how choppy this is, it makes reading very interesting. The imagery is great (:

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks for the read, S

[Cory Barrett]

so i wrote you a big long dialog, about how dicks look bigger on the horizon.

and then the computer crashed and the horizon disappeared.

f**k.

i dig you brad

[The Twin Arenas]

i appreciate the dig/
making dicks look bigger is sort of why the horizon exists.

[Jerusalem Cricket]

Whoooooooooaaaaaaa,,brooooo.