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Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Marrying Kind

She just isn't the marrying kind,
But such a tough one to resist;
She lives at the end of a dark narrow hall--
Won't answer his devotion or return his call--
But there she is,
A crow perched on his heart.

Follow smoky desire
Through shadows and a door,
Once into her arms
Then never anymore...

She just isn't the marrying kind,
But such a tough thought to part;
Such a shame for an earnest boy to get hurt--
His heart in a boot, enfolded in dirt--
Never to leave her sheltering rooms,
Under her spell, and the undying blooms.

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30 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 23, 2011 at 10:29 PM

    Great poem - it put me in mind of a country song :)

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  2. UnknownJuly 23, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    But there she is,
    A crow perched on his heart.

    love this...and the rest of this fatal fairy tale

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  3. hedgewitchJuly 23, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Nothing says love eternal like pink cyclamen in a boot. And the crow is a perfect dark brush of black wings across the heart that wants what it can never have.

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  4. ScarletJuly 23, 2011 at 10:48 PM

    I love the imagery and refrain..she isn't the marrying kind. She strikes me as a strong woman in that boot.

    Thanks hedgewitch for that explanation.

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  5. LolamouseJuly 23, 2011 at 10:48 PM

    Aw, poor boy!

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  6. TashtooJuly 23, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    This spirit states quite simply...it's all about d'boots! Won me my prince...and he even feeds my crow! Maybe one day...I'll let him feed me ;) Awesome write, as I've come to expect!

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  7. AnonymousJuly 23, 2011 at 11:45 PM

    But there she is,
    A crow perched on his heart.

    I agree with Hedgewitch, this is a nice touch.

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  8. macJuly 24, 2011 at 12:01 AM

    Even when I'm blue, there's always lovely you.
    You know just what to write or, as the case may be, to say.

    Thank you Shay.

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  9. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 12:05 AM

    great poem! I especially like the ending. The rhyme is handled well!

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  10. UnknownJuly 24, 2011 at 12:33 AM

    I kind of feel for the boy, but I'm sure he knew what he was getting into. Maybe she'll change her mind :)

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  11. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 12:37 AM

    This is a spellbinding poem, with an evocative choice of photographs to accompany the verses.

    David

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  12. BeachannyJuly 24, 2011 at 1:00 AM

    Laced the lines well to the leather of the sole. Always inventive, Shay, always good.

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  13. Brian MillerJuly 24, 2011 at 1:07 AM

    and he will wait his life for her to change but...she is a crow perched...nice line that...

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  14. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 2:04 AM

    "Such a shame for an earnest boy to get hurt"

    ah, but even those earnest boys give in to the smokey desire...

    really love this, Shay! ♥

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  15. JinksyJuly 24, 2011 at 3:27 AM

    Undying blooms? Wish I could find a flower with those. LOL

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  16. LouiseJuly 24, 2011 at 3:51 AM

    A great line with the crow...and he will wait..sadly...lol :)

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  17. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 7:17 AM

    Oh those unlaced All-Stars will trip a boy's heart every time ... There's delight in such disorder (ask Robert Herrick), and a madness like Cuervo in such verboten curves. Sirens were dangerous because they seduced sailors into the drowning blue with songs that were almost heavenly, coming, of course, from Beyond -- yet it was the danger and trespass of going full overboard, so to speak, to unite with a love that proved forever out of reach. I have a boot like the one at the end of your poem on an altar in my heart to her, though I cross my heart and plug my ears and stay married to the insides of my skin. - Brendan

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  18. ayalaJuly 24, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    A crow perched on his heart... I love it, great imagery in this.

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  19. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 24, 2011 at 8:43 AM

    It is always a treat to visit this site - I always leave the richer in imagination and thought.

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  20. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    Clever... the boot and all.

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  21. DarylJuly 24, 2011 at 10:39 AM

    Timely ...here in NYS its YAY for GAY MARRIAGE!!!!!!!

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  22. Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)July 24, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    Crows are dark, much like Ravens.
    They perch and they let you watch them perch always knowing that you will look at them, watch them but never understand them.

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  23. Sioux RoslawskiJuly 24, 2011 at 1:14 PM

    The third stanza is especially delightful.

    Great photo choice, as well. I am hoping you do NOT use your own photos...If you do, that means you 1) write phenomenal poetry 2) spin marvelous short stories 3) bite with humor and 4) take incredible photographs. If that is the case, I will have to take a contract out on you.

    Let me know...

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  24. Mark KerstetterJuly 24, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    Favorite line:

    A crow perched on his heart.

    -that's great.

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  25. Ann GrenierJuly 24, 2011 at 5:51 PM

    Quoth the raven nevermore ...I like your repetition. Always loved that image of the raven sitting above Poe's door...evermore.

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  26. James RainsfordJuly 25, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    Love the rhyme and the rhythm of this.
    Intelligent and well written.

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  27. SaraJuly 25, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Enjoyed this one very much. I love the part about the crow and, like other, the refrain. It's does sound like a dark country song...in a good way:~)

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  28. Arron ShillingJuly 25, 2011 at 2:33 PM

    AKA Tom Eliot

    A CROW PERCHED ON HIS HEART!

    Thats the money line - right there.

    Great writing - the crow line is a fix for a poetry junkie like me.

    And that line wasted my veins (in a good way).

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  29. Maude LynnJuly 25, 2011 at 7:04 PM

    Yep, the "crow perched on his heart" is a killer line!

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  30. AnonymousJuly 25, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    Sounds like he's already too far smitten--poor guy.

    I really enjoyed the laid back feel of this poem--very clever too.

    Gayle

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