The Sensuality Of A Garden Slug: An Obscene Opus That Went South For The Winter...

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Open Poetry #50

The Sensuality Of A Garden Slug: An Obscene Opus That Went South For The Winter...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-02-06 02:44 AM

Lingering at this late hour over these words, these incantations etched onto these pages
like a rubric drawn from the topography of my shifting attitude, resisting the allure of drifting off
into micro-sleep while the flames of whatever courtesan’s courtesies wait to entertain me in a dream

I find myself reluctant to leave the fading Doppler echo of my love’s departing, leaving me
to crouch in sleep, coiled in my impervious shell, where at least there’s a chance to relish
one last tiny echo of our laughter that once defined our happy-go-lucky ways

Relinquished then, by these fabrics, these threads running like mapped roadways
in the multicolored couch where we sat feasting on each others’ wits for hours at a time
...and feeling them now, cooling like roadkill, with no hope of a resurrection

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10

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1 posted 2018-02-06 04:41 AM

Blusey,
This is as blue as Pinky's are pink. Had a hard time with the line about your love departing. ~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-02-06 12:22 PM

quote:
"I find myself reluctant to leave the fading Doppler echo of my love’s departing, leaving me
to crouch in sleep, coiled in my impervious shell, where at least there’s a chance to relish
one last tiny echo of our laughter that once defined our happy-go-lucky ways"

That we are apart, Miss Lori, she and I...and that in my imagining thoughts, I'm alone on some surreal platform watching her sadly waving to me through the small coach window as the train goes by like a huge rolling ghost, it's horn coming to me then past me finally fading into the mists of my memories.

So many nights of sleeping without her, thinking of all we had, all we had done, and the many laughs that strengthened us through the sorrows...that's a piece of it, Miss Lori, that's a slice.

...just bein' Bluesy

Poet In Pink
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MI

3 posted 2018-02-08 01:16 AM

Sometimes those memories make us feel lonely and we wish we could get them all back...Live them all again as if the first time. But just think...Soon you will be making new memories and you'll have her by your side and in your arms always to remember them together Much enjoyed Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

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In The Mirror

4 posted 2018-02-09 02:37 PM

Thank you so much, Miss Pinky...

...just bein' Bluesy

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