Trespassing Through

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Trespassing Through

Was just passing through
trespassing through
bypassing all
that might bind me

like your eyes that shone
but were no horizon
your encircling arms
a close boundary.

So I trespassed through
let go of you
now, there’s no one
cares to find me.

Oh, trespassing me
lost as can be
in a lone far country.

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55 words for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write something carrying on the wonderful tradition of the G-Man, with, in this case, an optional focus on trespass. 

This was a poem that had lots of throw-out verses–sometimes it is easy to get to 55, other times, not so much!  Have a great weekend–the pic which is highly cropped is mine.

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16 Comments on “Trespassing Through”

  1. Isadora Gruye Says:

    your eyes that shone and were no horizon….loved those lines. I really liked where you took this challenge, into the trespass we can make in others lives, willingly. Well done and viva la!!!

  2. Sumana Roy Says:

    sometimes freedom means loneliness…love that photo….

  3. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    This is so neat (both cool and tidy). You involved us in the monologue directly by beginning with the verb, and the repetition becomes mantra-like. I also notice the subtle rhymes which increase musicality. To top it all an amazing photo!

    Thanks, k.

  4. The Real Cie Says:

    I’ve sometimes found that those who say they love me really mean they want to control and change me. So I’ve fairly well taken to a lone, far country, as you say. I find myself torn between wanting to be cared for and wanting to be free.
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2015/08/beautiful-boy.html

  5. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    Haunting!

  6. Grace Says:

    I like the trespassing/passing/bypassing opening lines ~ Good to read aloud K ~ Happy Sunday ~

  7. Sanaa Rizvi Says:

    like your eyes that shone
    but were no horizon
    your encircling arms
    a close boundary.

    Beautiful lines.. this is such an extraordinary piece 😀

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa


  8. From line to line, one can feel the suffocation of the speaker, the sense of liberation as the lines progress… Then comes the end, when no one is sure is things are better than they were.

    It made me think of the saying about grass not being greener on the other side. Let’s hope the speaker doesn’t care much for green grass… Then again, gardening is a wonderful thing. 🙂

  9. M Says:

    I can imagine this as a traveling minstrel might sing / recite ~

  10. othermary Says:

    What lovely images and an interesting take on trespassing.

  11. coalblack Says:

    I almost always have to crop more than I’d like, though this time I had to go back and add three words. That never happened before!

  12. hedgewitch Says:

    The sibilance of all the S’s is somehow calming, like water, but also sad, and the last lines seem like an old folk ballad to me. 55’s are so much more challenging than they look.


  13. Sometimes we get a glimpse of what could be when we trespass through…It is lonely when we let go of what we should have held.. Gorgeous photo.


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