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| Kerry O'Connor Art |
Was love ever this scarlet?
I remember it as salty,
more oceanic than vegetable,
a seagull’s guttural cry,
an oarless lifeboat
at the mercy of a rolling current,
and broken glass at ebb tide
rubbed to opacity
a shade between blood and rust.
This is exquisitely drawn, Kerry!❤️ I love the comparison of love as "salty, more oceanic than vegetable, a seagull’s guttural cry," it reminded me of a quote by George Orwell that states; "if you can feel that staying human is worthwhile even when it can't have any result whatever, you have beaten them."❤️
ReplyDeleteA very apt quote, Sanaa. Thank you Sanaa.
DeleteThis is stellar, Kerry. WOW
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debi. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteAnd indeed, physical love is more oceanic. The boken glass at then rubbed to opacity - perhaps is how we view the truth of our actions.
ReplyDeletePerhaps so. Thank you, Toni.
DeleteLove is so many things. And, I think, most of those things evolve as we grow and love (other people or the same people in different ways). I remember love that was all scarlet (for a while), love that was an "oarless lifeboat" crashing into rocks and bleeding its salt all over the place while still pretending that it was fine, I remember love that was both "blood and rust" at the same time *shivers*, and I remember slightly wild love growing into become the balancing force the heart needs. Love is so many things...
ReplyDeleteI really like this line of poetic questioning.
Thank you, Magaly. Love is many things, but never simple.
DeleteThe oarless lifeboat is very apt, and the broken glass. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteI love the focus on color... not scarlet but a shade between blood and rust...
ReplyDeletedeeper with a taste of salt, to be lost at its mercy.
Thank you, Bjorn. You got my intention so well.
DeleteLove, ask two people what it means and you'll get a hundred answers. I too like the focus on color. What was once brilliant and shiny can rust into gone.
ReplyDeleteYes, that is exactly so!
DeleteEating no no's from the hand of his scarlet love, temptress fatal for all. Never again was love this pure, came duller shades from a tainted world. Note, the reason I had found only an "innocent child" remaining was that behind the scene in your picture is an innocent looking child. If needed SQUINT until her face appears.
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Thank you for your insight, Jim.
Delete...our memories (of loves) serve up color, all of our senses, all of our questions... but often leaves out the answers - leaving us wondering why until our dying day...
ReplyDeleteThus love feeds on love itself, and keeps on going.
DeleteI love the way you’ve made colour stand out in both image and poem, Kerry, while appealing to all the senses. I especially love the idea of love being ‘more oceanic than vegetable’ and ‘…broken glass at ebb tide / rubbed to opacity’.
ReplyDeleteThe picture for me, is a combination of romance and practicality. Thank you for the feedback on the imagery.
DeleteLoved your poem!! Yes, "broken glass at ebb tide," wonderful.
ReplyDelete"broken glass at ebb tide
ReplyDeleterubbed to opacity
a shade between blood and rust."
Wow! Wonderful poem. Your art work is excellent, Kerry!
Thank you for your generous feedback.
Deletejust, elegant ~
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