'an as much as he sayed
he loved me
jimmy never did
put
my name
up on lover's tree
'ah gots it bad for ya
emmie
he go 'an cry dat into
my bosom
sucklin' like a newborn
'an springing up between me
'an so i bled
'and i scream
'an i cry hard tears
jus' like a woman do
for dat tiger man
jimmy
'an den he tell me
yous a sweet girl
i luv you
emmie...
yous a sweet, sweet
girl
'an as much as he sayed
he loved me
jimmy never did
put
my name
my name
up on dat lover's tree
Rene
Rene
oh like the accent...gotta watch out for jimmy...a tree aint on his mind...
ReplyDeleteAiiiiggghhh! That hurts!
ReplyDeleteDo it again!
(and remind me to send you a picture of the lover's tree I found not too far from my house)
ouch, that's a little raw.
ReplyDeletedamn tiger man.
You really put lots of good stuff together, there. It's a novel in a poem almost.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a pretty poem... and I LOVE that tree. Is it in your yard?
ReplyDeletePshaw, Jimmy, pshaw!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for reading and commenting...
ReplyDeleteEmmie and Jimmy.
They've entered a new phase in their relationship.
They both have some growing up to do.
They're not kids anymore.
The tree is one I photographed in the Public Garden in Boston
Rene
This is a nice respite in my "serious" reading...and then I think...why, THIS is about as serious as it gets.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing your name finally made it to that tree?
Thanks
Peace!
Some tiger...more like an alley cat!
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and great poem. I just coulnd't even imagine writing in such a style as you have so successfully pulled off here. :)
ReplyDeleteSad and realistic. Some women will believe anything.
ReplyDeletevery creative, the idea behind it is engaging yet almost humorous. This is so different and so easy to read I just loved it!
ReplyDeleteI love this, as it is reality and the promises and the pain of what we thought was love!!!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes, Eileen
sad, love is mutual,
ReplyDeletehe lied, didn't he?
powerful imagery,
well put.