Sunday, 4 November 2012

Another day



 
 
 
I forget.
Another day -
a blanked out sky
the light stretched
taut and fine
as tortured muslin
on a loom.

 

Outside
the wind whistles
and whips
massed barbed-wire branches
of thorn trees
against the panes
like trapped birds.

 

There’s the trip
you must make alone
well, not with me
at any rate.
Oddly bereft
that I forget
to be peeved.

 

A burnt stub left
in the ashtray
otherwise clean.
You cleared away,
then lit up, it’s black now
just a faint burnt smell
in the room.

 

Nothing on the fridge -
no splayed open note
of squirming insects
waving cheeky legs
under the magnets
in tangible
four letter words.

 

Oddly bereft
that you did not
disturb my rest
a short message
flashes and beeps
on the phone -
safely reached.

 

Years ago
I’d be upset
at this lack
of parting fuss
I would have
called it unfairness
that we forget.

 

Now I just
pick up the stub
look at the phone
bereft and yet
not alone
breathe you in deep
and answer the text.





Shared @ dVerse where the prompt is enriched today by SueAnn's images.

14 comments:

  1. this one is really touching... how time can dull our emotions.

    "Nothing on the fridge -
    no splayed open note
    of squirming insects
    waving cheeky legs
    under the magnets
    in tangible
    four letter words."

    loved this stanza, wonderful poem!

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  2. no splayed open note
    of squirming insects
    waving cheeky legs
    under the magnets
    in tangible
    four letter words...great description...smiles....nice story telling as well....waking up alone, i am glad you have that comfort (it seems) in knowing they will return...

    i love little notes...

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    1. love is a four letter word...me too ditto on the notes...like long ones too :) thank you for reading

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  3. I like the turn of the story from not wanting to forget or fuss to just everyday mundane forgetting, just another day ~ I also like tortured muslim on the loom ~

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  4. Your poem shows how things once so important often eventually (perhaps sadly) fade away; but the caring does remain. I found this poem expressed reality, and I like that.

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  5. Amazing how the years can change the reflexes. Fun! Thanx

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  6. Great imagery and emotion. Really enjoyed this read and your take on the prompt.

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  7. A great take on when a "love affair dies". Sad, but clearly over, yet still strung with responsibilities. I like what's not said in the poem, the open endedness. Very effective.

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  8. I agree with Beachanny that you do so much with the lacunas. The imagery is original and stark. Intriguing verse!

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  9. I really enjoyed the poem and what you did with the prompt.

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  10. i too love the squirming insects especially...i like how you take us on the journey through your mind with you here...grounded in reality..sensitively penned

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  11. Thank you all for reading and the feedback...truly appreciated!

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  12. oh how beautiful it is NB,

    Loved this line
    and yet
    not alone
    breathe you in deep

    read this poem again and again to get the best essence of it, oh you are such a magician with words...
    Fantastic keep writing

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