Saturday, July 30, 2016

why, after all these years

this is my heart 
on my lower back

the man was a train; I lay
on the tracks

and forgot to remember
love goes south and slack

but the tattoo's forever-
that's why I still  Jack.        

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads

Note:  I'm going to be really slow to visit.  My husband just had surgery, so things are a little crazy at my house.

13 comments:

p.s. said...

I ❤ tramp stamps." :) I think they are so sexy!

How perfect, though, since you can repurpose your tat for Jack Daniels or a playing card. :P

Ooh, or a Jack who's looking for his "Jill."

Good luck taking care of your husband. They are big babies when they're sick or recovering. I hope his surgery went well and was minor.

Excellent poem, Love.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Cute poem! All the best re your husband's surgery/

Fireblossom said...

LOL @ the tramp stamp.

hedgewitch said...

Don't we always seek to impose permanence on the transitory when young--I think so, and only later do we realize all the slackening and fleeing of everything is part of the nature of its sweetness. Succinct, sharp, and wistful as well. Best wishes for your husband's healing up.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The man was a train, I lay on the tracks....

That sums up a whole world of hurt.... so why did the poem make me smile?

So clever!

rhymeswithbug.com said...

I have to agree with Kerry
a sad story that made me smile?

sending good vibrations your way

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Powerful lines, Mama Zen. You so know how to use your words.

p.s. said...

I don't think it's meant to be a sad poem, or that you even feel sad about it.

This section is sexual, not painful (although pretty intense, and perhaps a bit rough:
"the man was a train; I lay
on the tracks
and forgot to remember
love goes south and slack"

The point here is that you mistook physical chemistry for love, which is why you were more than happy to ink yourself.

Stacie Eirich said...

Oh this gave me a laugh..in lessons learned, or mistakes appropriated for our own ways of coping with past crazy loves! I hope your husband is faring well...prayers for good recovery. Thanks for sharing!

Sioux said...

"Love goes south and slack" is one of my favorite lines in this piece.

I hope your husband gets well quickly.

blueoran said...

Perfect. You could have this tattoed under that, but nah. Better writ on the wind. Hope your husband is repairing well.

Outlawyer said...

Such a charming poem--clever, wistful as Hedge says, and sweet. Hope all goes well with your husband, and not too wearing. k.

Jim said...

So clever, Mom Zee. I liked the remembering, to late???, that love goes south. I learned on the track when I was made to leave.
But it doesn't always work out that way, I'm now going on 44 years.
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