Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

Partialling the Truth

Listen here!
I am hurting up all over
Lying here undiscovered

Papparazzi cumulus are jostling in my street
God is taking photos of the remnants of His sheep
Climbing footholds and gripping on the rungs
Heaving and panting I'm a-aching in my lungs
Ascend this twisted ladder of my helix
I'm not the father of this mutant DNA
Help me Hiroshima,make it go away

Panties on the washline hip-hopping in the air
Headbanging jackets dancing with no hair
I tried to speak , stutter, spitting out the truth
Joy the dormant factor in my spittle and my sperm
Followed you through crooked mile
Tracked you through the non-return
Nowhere to go now, just following my feet
Like an unpaid hooker walking on her beat

Oh, my bedside lamp begs the question mark
I do not want to hear
Sprinkled in baptism
Ah! Salvation ...hanging in the air
-the petrichor of rain

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CayCay Godwin November 14, 2017 at 9:22 AM Everything I just said in my last comment, about how impressively you've honed your writing, is applicable and proved in this write. You have become quite the line 'impactor' and 'grabber.' Yes, I made up my own version of those words up, but I mean what I'm saying. Wonder why I feel so proud of you? Hugs ... CayCay Jannie Breedt November 14, 2017 at 1:06 PM Bless you dear woman. Your comments are so precious to me

Darren White July 11, 2017 at 1:41 AM Good you are back! Petrichor of rain could be a beautiful metaphor for inspiration returning. Jannie Breedt July 12, 2017 at 5:42 AM Hi Darren thanks for coming over. It does indeed.

Gary Bateman July 10, 2017 at 2:20 PM Hello Jannie, Thanks for your recent comment on my "Full Moon Makes Faces Tonight" couplet. I really like the spontaneous nature of "Partialling the Truth." The metaphors and relational meanings are very enticing for sure!!This is a superb verse for sure. The only thing missing was Einstein's E = mc2. Cheers and Best, Gary Jannie Breedt July 12, 2017 at 5:41 AM Hey Gary, cmon its not that complex. You got to "feel" more than read it. I happy that you came here though. Im working on a delicate love poem now. Its starts with an angle grinder and ends with a front end loader hee hee

Andrea Dietrich July 9, 2017 at 7:44 PM I agree with Connie, Jannie. your intellect is soaring here! Deep poem. That last line is splendid. Jannie Breedt July 10, 2017 at 2:29 AM I told John next door what you said about my intellect, and he doubled up with laughter .Dont fret I kicked his shin. Ha ha

Connie Marcum Wong July 8, 2017 at 10:53 PM Nothing sequatious about this fantastic piece Jannie! Your intellect soars in this fine piece that was worth waiting for my friend. Outstanding! : )

Akkina Downing July 8, 2017 at 7:46 PM First of I like the title a lot. And then I read it you're a wild dancer of character :) I enjoyed it, Jannie... hugs :) Jannie Breedt July 10, 2017 at 2:35 AM Hi Akkina. Im doing a twisted samba here. I also went ro your site Thank you. Hugs back

Agnes Krampe July 8, 2017 at 5:18 PM Strong imagery in your poem. Not sure I understand everything, but it paints an atmosphere. Jannie Breedt July 10, 2017 at 2:32 AM Oh Agnes, its easy. When you feel down just jumble down a bunch of words and it all makes sense to you. He he Thanks for visiting

Charlie Smith July 8, 2017 at 2:06 PM I missed you a lot Jannie but you made up for it with this zinger. Wow, action packed, love it, Charlie... Jannie Breedt July 8, 2017 at 2:11 PM Whoa Charlie, so did I. Thank you for stopping by and your nice words

Freddie Robinson Jr. July 7, 2017 at 5:07 PM Groovy and wild, Jannie. Brother, it is so good to read your thoughts/feelings once more. Your poems always spark my muse. I got a dozen poems Rolodex-ing thru my mind thanks to this seminal gem of a poem. So much butterfly truth floating from this grand poem. Love and peace always. Jannie Breedt July 8, 2017 at 12:29 AM Freddie Freddie Freddie. Its comments like these that fire me up again.So here comes the next one... I wished you lived next door. Thank you Freddie Robinson Jr. July 7, 2017 at 5:08 PM Btw ... great title too. Love always.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 5, 2017 at 7:10 AM Wild :) Jannie Breedt July 5, 2017 at 8:20 AM Hi Maureen oy you were quick! Yea I suppose its a bit wild. Walk a mile in my shoes honey. Loved your visit. Ty