Monday, November 28, 2011

Backwards Story

A path of golden bricks did not appear
nor did their love survive each passing year

like irksome weeds grave complications grew
outside the rain an omen with “I do.”

One Friday night a t-shirt contest wet
when through the crowds their eyes imploring met

her aspirations as a wife to be
while a wild cougar on the prowl was he.

Two clashing hearts can’t force a jointed climb
not once upon a lonely wayward time.

@laurie kolp

Poetic inspirations: Poetic Asides PAD Challenge- _____ Story, With Real Toads Open Link Monday


Unknown said...

That one left me wondering.

Unknown said...

That one left me wondering.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Once upon a lonely wayward time..

I really like that the poem ends at the beginning of the story.

Mary said...

Ah, sometimes life is like that. Sad when it is.

Anonymous said...

in some countries, rain on ones wedding day is a good omen.

you conveyed a deep sense of sadness in few words, Laurie. LOVE the last line especially!

{your link at imaginary garden links back to imaginary garden instead of your blog.}

♥ dani

Abin Chakraborty said...

loved it.the backward movement was so cleverly captured.Its a mystery how you Marian or Mary write so many good poems with such frequency.

Maude Lynn said...

This is so cool! The ending is amazing.

Ella said...

I love the ending encircling the threaded thoughts, like the eye of a needle! Very clever! I could feel the pain and the disjointed hauntingly sad!
Well Done~

Jose Varghese said...

Oh, I have to repeat that the ending is so good in this poem. I love the melancholy touch in some poems - this is one such.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a pleasure to read - tells a good story. I especially admire the last two lines - that totally works.

Mystic_Mom said...

Great way to put this one together, it really worked for me!

Jinksy said...

That was a great last line which somehow managed to covey the 'backwards moving story' perfectly.