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1slick_lady
Member Ascendant

since 2000-12-22

Posts 6088
standing on a shadow's lace

0 posted 2010-05-31 01:16 PM

Grits

life can be a country song
truly the pickins’ of a twang
smooth warm honey flowing over
the edges of butter baked dough
rain comes echoing over rusty tin roof
and in it I hear the music of patience
a little backwards on the side of strong
at seventeen, I thought I knew it all
forward fast time has a way of going on
with dreams I hang on to without reason
back doors still slam and road dust rolls
of summer nights in honeysuckle air
yet, I strongly have a voice singing melody
God bless the fact I still have southern grits

"I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad."
— Joni Mitchell

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2010-05-31 04:36 PM

Hate grits, love honeysuckle and this poem.
Ida

threadbear
Senior Member

since 2008-07-10

Posts 817
Indy

2 posted 2010-05-31 09:35 PM

and in it I hear the music of patience
a little backwards on the side of strong

...i marvelled at the precise brilliance of how this describes the South.

Amaryllis
Senior Member

since 2010-05-20

Posts 1306
Mi now

3 posted 2010-06-01 01:44 AM

Ahh, another song of the south.. excellent writing, I enjoy your embedded rhyme and lovely sonics! Beautiful.

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

4 posted 2010-06-01 09:18 AM

God bless in deed.

"rain comes echoing over rusty tin roof
and in it I hear the music of patience
a little backwards on the side of strong
at seventeen, I thought I knew it all
forward fast time has a way of going on
with dreams I hang on to without reason"

Loving your writing lately Helen, but then, I always do.
Richard xx

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

5 posted 2010-06-28 01:28 PM

Rather fond of grits myself Ma'am...
and honeysuckle... and what I remember of living in a place where the front porch on warm evening was a normal place to be...

enjoyed the poem.... and the thoughts it brought.

Eldest
Member

since 2010-06-15

Posts 177
Alabama

6 posted 2010-06-28 04:40 PM

grits, gardenias and hot summer nights...life in the south

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