Open Poetry #25 |
The Morning After |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
The Morning After even the whispers of this new morning are silent I try to recall other Valentine’s Days when pseudo love peddled its wares masqueraded as tender caring as sweet passion, as fidelity of heart, when crumpled sheets spoke of something, something I can’t recall now, but surely different than the tossing and turning of late-night waking hours that began to undress my bed, rocking the solemnity and stillness a tandem, minus one, should bring, when the waves made are merely my own making. This morning, the “Happy Valentine’s Day” greeting on the banner, outside, no longer flutters its wishes rather, it clings, in tangled knots about the pole as if it wrangled with the wind and wind won, tying the salutations into muted petitions, strangled pleas robbing Eros of any chance of slipping in ©February 15, 2003 Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Virginia, very bittersweet I think... |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
very cool take on a "guilty" holiday. -majnu |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Virginia, welcome back! this was worth the wait...hmmm, i read this twice and still can't think of anything constructive to say except that I liked it..i'll come back when i have better things to say |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A morning after telling something about your expectations on a special day ..... but love does not recognize any "musts". Sad but so well expressed! .... may love knock on all the normal days and may you hear! Margherita |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Thank you for your comments, all! And, majnu, interesting take on this. I can't say I really know the meat of this one. It's been 2 decades since the other member of this union indicated all was pretense, indicated he didn't know what love was, when he made his promise. Well, none of us does know until love grows enough to be recognized beyond passion, beyond eros. I rejoice that eros cannot find its way here, I should not want it so until love does. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Virginia, i still can't find anything constructive to say but i hope you submit this for Reflections..i really like this a lot... okay, i'll try to articulate how i feel..i like your wording, a cool combination of phrases comprised of good vocabulary which evokes vivid images |
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