Jeremiah Johnson

Odd how reading something years later feels like you just stepped out of the forest and things make so much more sense.

The ending is great.

I found this poem particularly insightful...

Sonnet XXX

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink

And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

Yet many a man is making friends with death

Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

It well may be that in a difficult hour,

Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

Or nagged by want past resolution's power,

I might be driven to sell your love for peace,

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

It may well be. I do not think I would.

I really love this one. Excellent work.

Not sure if this is really loathing, but it was the best I could conjur... I try not to write dark poems, but I took it as a challenge as I have my share of dark hours.

I have drained

The green veins of my leaves,

Tapestries and warm colors grey.

Only the rat shack on the hill

With the old moonshine men,

Rusty mustang engines and broken ratchets,

Sip a life of contented foul odor.

It is the clarity

Of the hours before night,

When the streets race and my bones ache.

The silence is made with planted seeds

Sown on the red mud hills

Near my house where I smiled as boy.

I remember sitting with her,

Pressed as two doves on the storm drain,

With sunflowers and the sun,

In the past when naivity was joy -

But this man,

An old fallen tree,

Only wishes for fire,

A clean burn,

To return again to the soil.

Great poem & love the two Janet Jackson lines

That's really beautiful.

For the most part, I like athletic girls with muscle, wide hips, and B or C cup breasts.