»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #10
»
Alodia Sings
| Open Poetry #10 |
|
Alodia Sings |
|
|
Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho 
|
Alodia sings a sadder song these days than the purest liquid tones which poured from her firm rosy upturned mouth in years long past; she has known honeyed passions, her mammilla rejoicing against his chest in sweet caresses, nestled alongside his tongue, brushing gently across his inner thigh. She has fed her babies in peace and gentleness, O gentleness the snuggling them cozy and warm in the rocking chair; in their bed secure. She yet can feel the magnetic era when young men fastened their eyes on her and couldn’t pull away. Alodia still remembers her earliest days of level plains; of seeds and hopes; swelling seasons of growing. She has spent decades raised proud and honored against life’s gravity, but finds herself now drooping a bit with age. Bitter harvest time is nigh. Suddenly cold winds have turned savagely upon her howling their solitary threats of a violent winter she sings a sadder song these days against a darkened sky. Lydia, her twin sits quietly beside her in such solemn empathy. A friend for life, she has no song tonight. No sweet milked tears fall any more, and her head hangs in the sorrow dark and deep within her eye. Lydia sighs for her and they share the same porch swing silently, resting on a soft cushion; two aging sisters, as the cool mist creeps over the meadow. Into an autumn chill, Alodia quietly sings a slow and hollow mournful song. [This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 10-07-2000).] |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Rosemary J. Gwaltney - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Your imagery is stunning and the format very, very nice! Kathleen |
||
|
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
"proud and honored against life's gravity" So many wonderful phrases in this piece and the gravity of your writing pulls us in to be a part of the lives of two sisters on a porch swing Well done, Roemary Liz |
||
|
lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Rosemary, This is truely a masterpiece... You've outdone yourself on this one... I see people talking about your imagery... I wonder if any men will respond. I wonder who knows what your talking about... Your a genius and I never could have written such. All my love and caring, Baby_bubba [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 10-07-2000).] |
||
|
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I can hear the song, Rosemary, and it's keening, although faint, immerses itself yet again in life's blood, to live one more day... breathtaking... |
||
|
Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
(side note to Dale) here's one man  Rosemary- - life's gravity pulls us all - in ways subtle and not so - and at some point we return to dust - but while my spirit lives - I won't spend too much time on the porch - yet I loved this ~S~ |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
