»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #48
»
Tableaux
| Open Poetry #48 |
|
Tableaux |
|
|
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
While in the moment watching them she was her and he was him the sun tossed roses at her feet as it was swallowed by the sea with one last ruse before the night a wave's refraction of the light cast starry twinkles in the net of her hat trick's curtained eyes-- a cap she'd worn with pained regret an aged woman's compromise "half a veil is half the lie" she'd whispered to her vanity before she drank the shot of gin-- for pain, for courage, for the whim to return to where they had been in love and young and bold and free. * * She'd donned her finger-less lace gloves. A scarf would hide the sins above the blush of cleavage held in place by an under-wired brace. She'd splurged upon a sweet Renault so she could wear the heels he'd bought for her, for him, to kiss each toe so slowly in caress of less covering of supple sin. * The shoes were wrapped in tissue; she massaged them with the oils of mink as she'd revive his memory by candlelight in drunken sprees singing songs in French that she had memorized, pretentiously. (For harmless lies of vanity were simple shrugs of sanity and understood by men.) * * Each year she'd gone to their cafe. The same tableaux, on the same day. Her lips remembered words that they had never said as mouths confess urgent hungry promises when lover's lips together, pressed they're blessed in silent sanctity betrothed by tongues of certainty in flit and dart as serpentine as chains to future's past. * * * "I'd like my table with the view." The hostess sighed, and asked, "Did you make a reservation, ma'am?" "I don't believe I understand-- of course, I did, I always plan to sit right there, this month, this day-- I've always done this, the same way!" * * * "That table has been taken, ma'am." The lovers sat, their hands entwined. "That table's open to the sky-- ask them to move, oh tell them I need to watch the sun set free. He said I was his bird, that he would become the sky for me so he could hold me while I fly.... oh why does no one understand? Where is Claude? I'm cold, I...am-- * * weary, wary, yet-- I am. Just seat me, please. I can not stand." * * * While in the moment watching them she was her and he was him the sun tossed roses at her feet as it was swallowed by the sea. * * She savored her merlot. * * * |
||
| © Copyright 2012 Lady Goodman - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Junior member? This is lovely, not expected to be written by a "young member". Or are you just new to the page and therefor called junior member? What ever the story is this poem is lovely and written with deep respect and it seems with understanding. thank you , jo perry |
||
|
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Why thank you, Jo. *love you muchly*  |
||
|
Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Exquisite and so generous in emotions launched into the heart of the reader. Wow! This is one I will save to savor again, just like a fine glass of ... Merlot  .Margherita |
||
|
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Thank you very much, kind ladies. And yes, it's me, Karen/serenity blaze. and nope, not in hiding. I just re-registered when I lost my password. grin--I don't mind being a junior, either, Jo. It's like I am young again. *laughing* "Oh if I could do it all over..." People would still know it was me, methinks.  My love and gratitude for your generous replies. Be well, dear ladies. |
||
|
ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Wow, love the story ... in poetry! Ms. E |
||
|
latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Serenity lady, You must have known I though it was you. It just sounded like your writing as I read it. I am glad you are back with any name. I don't think you can disguise who you just by changing your name unless you were really trying to. love ya as much as ever. jo |
||
|
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Tableaux, vignette... beauty and sadness combined by any other poet... can not out-do you.  |
||
|
r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
An excellent story poem...oh, what story tales...a French table tells...only to relive a moment in time. Though the characters change...the moment remains the same...to be relived again and again. Ah, you enable me to feel the emotion of having loved...being left alone...growing old...and trying to relive the moment encased in a memory. |
||
|
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Simply wonderful...a pleasure to read...thank you...James |
||
|
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Thank you all...I really didn't know what I was going to write when I had started. I've been told many times that I write too personally, and so as I was thinking of my mother's loneliness I realized that there must be many women, many people, who are the last of their generation, with no one left to exchanged shared memories--even things as simple as styles of clothing, places that have come and gone, as well as how unsettling it must be to wake up everyday, and come to terms with a world so very different. My heart was aching for her, as she quite often says that no one understands, or why she repeats herself so often when she says, "they're all gone." As the head of a busy household, I can relate to how many times she must have said, "I just need some time to myself." I can relate because I say that too. And it's too bad I couldn't write this in French, but then, not knowing French except for a few songs, I thought that would be pretentious. My love to you all. "half a veil is half the lie" Lordy.  My love to you all. And nope, not another true serenity story. I'm trying something a little new for me. |
||
|
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . Sadly beautiful . . . To love the past cannot be all that bad when the future is uncertain yet certain as the tomb. My friend, this was hurtful, yet so wonderful, I lived and breathed each line. Each sigh. Each . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
||
|
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Jer? The folks who said I was writing too personally were correct. That became apparent to me when I had to stop writing for a time because it was so painful that it depressed me. So now I just make people up. Then I feel sorry for the fictional people who must carry my emotional baggage. (I'm laughing, but they do become that real for me...)Have a hug, my friend. With my gratitude for reading this. |
||
|
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, the emotional depth to this piece is amazing... from the freshness of new love to the aching need of one so attached to a memory life can seem impossible without it. Beautifully rendered. Michael |
||
|
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Personal...is a poets first name. Always. |
||
|
r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
Lady G, one's personal domain is one's idioverse...don't ever leave the personal...but... study it!...to know thy self. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
