They called me away from seclusion to volunteer to paint over the scars in San Isabel National Forest Service picnic tables.
long ago lovers carvings covered over,
my paint brush drips green,
hornet flies into the stream of dreams,
forest rebounds with stinging nettle,
tangles and thorns trying to trip me up
in my power to overcome,
while I paint,
my fishing pole's
propped up on a forked
stick, my line in the water,
I have rigged a tip-up that sends
a red flag up when a fish bites, (or
something else) it frees me to paint over
scars, you just never know what's going to
come out of the hole, I'd like to snag something
prehistoric, (other than a license plate) sprayed my
lure with fish oil, a lure of seduction and appetite, keep
the fish oil away from the beer!
Copyright 4.11.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Once upon a time, a little mermaid, now out of water fishing for her past, your poetry is great lure...........Hugs! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|A great past time, and fishing along with it! I could picture you there Sage.|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Oh my god,I loved this piece, Sage! Fish are something else, aren't they? So are forked sticks on a river bank and imaginings. I used to view fishing apparatus with cynically childish eyes, now it seems to swell with meaning.
the fish oil away from the
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The painting is like fixing a piece of living history with all its many ups and downs. The scars are the medals of living and your words breathe with an inner sanctity...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|This is great Sage, and I can read more into this than what is written. This can be taken at face value or it can mean many things to many people. What I do know tho is that my picnic table of life needs a new coat of paint...maybe my life's fish pole needs new bait. Well whatever it is that I need I am sure it will come...maybe, but my scars can never be covered. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
|Reviewed by jude forese
|one day i must visit those tables ...|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Another stellar example of the firebrand lesbian novelist!!!
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|This is fantastic. Such talent to blow up a mundane event like painting and make it so, well, poetic.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...why paint over the scars at all?...but that's me. We're not talking just about picnic tables, are we, Sage? ...the fishing wish for something prehistoric, perhaps a vital clue to the truth of origins and essences however unpalatable
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Dearest Sage...this is so very beautiful
deeply imbedded are our scars and also revealing
many things to us in our silences
whilst fishing...thinking and casting lures
a lovely offering from depths very deep
I brought a wicker basket filled with surprises-
Love Reels & Rods Probe on a secluded pond...Vickie