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Somethin's Bound To Give

Another switchback under mountain crossed, (*)
far below blue and violet spires bloom.
Undiscovered shady valley river flows lost,
rippling in pride of madeira's plume.

Turned my back to a harsh southern wind,
reach those dizzying heights again.
No finer place recalled, nor time relived,
though knowin' something's gotta give.

Maybe I'll cave, change a mind that got it wrong..
this heart took a left turn more than once.
Like voices lifted in a David Foster song,
though perhaps a dog that'll never hunt.

You hold someone to higher purpose,
turning like a diamond in your hand.
Look deep in beauty's fractured surface.,
a sadness I finally understand.

She's fixed with a devil maiden's eye,
nothin' as sweet; her cracker jack surprise.
Sweet reprieve to convicted heart lived,
though somethin's bound to give.

                           *Inspired by poem 'All I can be' - by Heidi Sands
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Buehler Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 11:22 AM
A wonderfully expressed poem, so alive with beautiful imagery and emotion. I love the picture, too. :D
Theraven Avatar
May 17, 2021 at 7:33 AM
Evelyn, Thank you for the comment. Though hearts may come and go as they please, the pride of madeira spires return each year like a promise of nature. -Richard
Sands Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 9:57 AM
Thank you Richard. Saved as a FAVE :)
Theraven Avatar
May 12, 2021 at 7:07 AM
Heidi, The thanks should belong to you. Thank you poet. -Richard
Dietrich Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 4:17 PM
A poem wonderfully inspired by Heidi. I like the simple phrase something's bound to give mixed with all the lovely imagery.
Jayasankar Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 6:57 AM
A beautiful rhyme ...so deep...flowing well with imagery of the mountains and the blooms.... Have a blessed day Richard... ~ Ani
Kendrick Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 3:16 AM
Enjoyed reading your work. Did you go on a mountain trail? I can imagine that it was cold at a higher elevation. Your work is very expressive and descriptive. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
Rose  Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 2:25 PM
When the soul has been tossed more time then the heart can count, there is bound to be hesitance. Beautifully marked poetry dear Richard. Thank you for sharing, May your flowers always bloom despite the doubt :)
Theraven Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 3:41 PM
Mystic Rose Rose, Thank you for all of your comments, they're much appreciated. Listening to Edith Piaf sing 'La Vie En Rose'. I have absolutely no idea why. Love's a 50/50 game of chance. Happy Mother's Day.. -Richard
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May 9, 2021 at 7:04 AM
Beautifully written Richard! I enjoyed this very much. I hope you have a nice day :)
Theraven Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 8:59 AM
Heidi, Thank you for that wonderful comment. You know your mountains inspired this poem. Should've credited your poem., I just did. Happy Mother's Day Heidi. -Richard
Pandit Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 4:38 AM
Symphony of sounds and imagery my friend---within the depth of an emotive write.
Theraven Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 8:43 AM
Vijay, Thanks, still coloring outside the lines. My poetry by numbers kit from Amazon is still being shipped by mail. Heh...Happy Mother's Day week-end. -Richard
Romios Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 12:08 AM
Do you recall, the world., was to be an iceberg by now? Well that did not happen, so now we are going to melt? Next year, we will turn into candy canes,perhaps? Ah the world Really digs fear. They eat, dream and sleep of death by Covid. This will lead to world tyranny. While we worry about Covid and thee sun. Pure ruses to steal all our freedoms. It's happening in the USA, (Anyway what I think has no meaning,) Your poem is extremely well written. You are an outstanding writer... Pangie xx
Theraven Avatar
May 9, 2021 at 8:38 AM
Panagiota, Thank you for the comments. What you think and say has meaning to me. Happy Mother's Day Pangie. Missing mine today. -Richard
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