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Heartstarter
Junior Member

since 2001-03-14

Posts 39

0 posted 2001-03-19 09:13 PM

Prelude to a Play

You've sat there all night,
motionless at the table;
preoccupied fingers tapping
aimlessly against that chipped cup,
the one youd'e cut your lip on
about a thousand times.
Removed,remote...detached.
I know where you really are,
far away somewhere
close to Bedlam,I guess;
And looks like this time
You're not coming all the way back...
You spoke and I flinched,
a distant voice invading my thoughts.
You told me we were out of
coffee,
That wierd kind that smells old.

(A nod to Ann Sexton here)

Portrait

It rained that night.
Cold,hard,
Chill licking at the panes
like a solitary
kitten.
I only left 'cause
You just had to have
Coffee,
The wierd kind that smells old.
Could I have known
I might have seen
The shimmers of goodbye
In your glance;
Innocence closed its eyes
Just once
On imbittered breathing
Flesh and blood.
Coffee in hand,
I stood cold,
Wet;
I saw you there..
Looking as if you were
Still alive,
Your head bent
In attentive courtesy
Towards the smile
At your pulse.
Were it my soul
In your soul's stead,
It would be I
That hung
On the wall of your mind.

A Play in one act

They made me sit off in a corner
while they got you ready to leave;
Two big guys in two blue shirts.
all big-eyed concern up front,
but I could hear their whispers
around the flats of their hands.
They wondered how you ended up like this;
sitting at the table in our kitchen,
so cold and impersonal,
so impolite to our invited guests.
You had no comment to make
when they took you from your seat;
Hanging there in the arms of a blue shirt
you seemed ready for the dance.
They wondered again,aloud this time,
how a pretty girl like you got
caught in a pretty mess like that;
They kept throwing nasty glances my way,
and I could read the accusations
pooled up like rocks in the rims of dry eyes.
It occured to me that they had considered
what my role had been in your little play;
They did'nt know that I never knew
of your intentions to go on stage,
If I had, maybe I could have stopped you
before the final curtain fell.

Meadowmuse
Member Elite

since 1999-12-27

Posts 3263

1 posted 2001-03-19 09:55 PM

A captivating narrative, soulful and sentimental without being maudlin. Thanks for this.

Claire

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau

[This message has been edited by Meadowmuse (edited 03-19-2001).]

Heartstarter
Junior Member

since 2001-03-14

Posts 39

2 posted 2001-03-19 11:12 PM

Thank you,Meadowmuse.

Swamp¤Faeryie
Member

since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

3 posted 2001-05-10 10:27 PM

okay,i know i'm dragging up another oldie,but this deserves more attention anyways. This is well,i don't know. i'm like speechless here.speechless and stunned. You've exhibited incredible talent. i wish i had the brain to write this,no i don't,it comes with "rent" doesn't it? What am i yacking about?lol anyways,this is the greatest,are you published? i need a book!!

sammi again

much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson

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