St. Joe
Chicago
(never Ohio)
now in Orlando
(via some days in Kissimmee)
on the far reaching edges of insanity
and at times in mild hysteria
(where I’m known to grow purple wisteria)
but none can compare
to your eyes
(where I’ve also died)
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*Kissimmee is the name of a real town just outside of Orlando. It is known for tacky strip malls and cheap hotels near Disney World.
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OH! That last line! Perfection!
I was hoping somebody would take me to Kissimmee. 🙂
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Thanks! (I don’t recommend actually visiting there, except in poetry)
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Love this! I never would have thought to use Kissimmee.
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Thanks! I actually lived there a few years back, so it seemed a natural.
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Lived and died in your eyes. Nice. 🙂
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I really liked this piece. The ending line was perfect.
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Yes, very clever and wrapped up neatly with the last line. Cool.
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I love the take on kiss in Kissimee here. There are places we both live and die.
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In the other’s eyes… I get that. Hysteria and Wisteria… filing for future reference. You know… in case I decide to attempt any of the forms. You do great sound clouds!
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I love the real life emotion you insert into the poem as you recount where you have lived!
Love the romantic ending!
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Ohh… Kissimee. that’s a new one for me 🙂
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I love those final lines, Jill!
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This was a wonderful journey home Jilly, madness and all…!
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The madness is the best part! It is makes poets of us all.
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That last line was killer, Jill!
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Ah Jilly…..so many times you make me chuckle aloud! 🙂 And I thank you for that. LOVE the way you’ve fit in the word “kiss” here….and love the rhyming – most especially hysteria and wisteria! Fun fun write! 🙂
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What a trip to the best of places… love the last line such perfection
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An interesting place to live: “on the far reaching edges of insanity”
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Your poem, with the added dimension of your reading it, was simply delightful.
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Thank you, Jade! Appreciate you listening 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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Kissing
Bought and
Sold in Eyes
Never Paid
Never Delivered
Never the Less Stolen..:)
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Oooh! Insightful!
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Thanks!! Jilly! Valentines! is Like my Favorite Day Year ‘ Round also the Day
Two Years ago
That my
Mother went
To Her Death
Bed The Rose only
Lives With Flowers
And
Thorns
We Bleed
As We Kiss
Life from First
Breath to
Last
Gasp
For Love..
As We
Consume
Muse To:
Live From: Again..:)
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this with me; I am honored.
The Rose
Reminder of
Blood that steals
thy sting,
O Death.
Saints who teach
these secrets
share in the suffering the
glory, the day is lost in
Hearts as are our
hearts without Him.
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That’s Beautiful
My FriEnd True
In the End And Yes
Beginning StARTinG
Again
Love Wins…:)
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love how this poem moves a pace through places and internal spaces hung with wisteria – clever, funny and that twist of heart strings at the end
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Thanks, Laura. I’m writting quite a bit lately , just not posting much. I considered this to be something of fluff to meet a prompt. My camera is in need of work – debris on the lens, and I’m ready to get back to shooting, too. Wrote one item on The Extraneous Now…still thinking about it 🙂
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I know what you mean about fluff though not in reference here but to my own prompt responses – they have the worth though of creative writing exercises so we must not eschew them!
Fluff on the lens though is more serious!
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Clever one! Didn’t see that ending come.
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