Doubt seeps in and it seers the mind
Implications of absence dismay
Mystified, obfuscated by all
Textures drift and the present unbind.
Pulling threads from the hem of my skirt,
Lips stained burgundy… remnant of hope
That the timepiece was wrong. He will come.
His escape a success. Him — unhurt.
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Great poem. I really like “lips stained burgundy…remnant of hope.”
Thank you, Irene. I hoped to capture some of the textures of both time and the loved caught in-time, waiting.
The lips line is fantastic
Thank you, Richard. It seems that both you and Irene agree on that particular verse.
Thank you, Kavalkade, and for the other comment too. For some reason I can’t seem to be able to write a direct reply to it, but yes – a rather more serious situation indeed.
Weird. The comment is visible? But you can’t reply? So I’m not flagged as spam like Opinionated Man then.
One comment appeared as for the message, and the other as for the image. There is no reply button for the one left on the image part. I don’t know if that’s the case for all image messages or if it is a technical glitch.
Ohh, weird. Yeah I commented on the image accidentally, haha.
I’m not sure either, never commented on an image or had a comment on my blog images before.
Not sure how that works either. I imagine you can only see that message if you click on the image.
Should be able to see it in Dashboard ~ Comments at least.
That’s how I posted it on the image file of course, haha.
C’est la vie. It’s a minor inconvenience.
Indeed. No trouble. Don’t know how it could’ve happened though.
Just a bug I suppose. haha.
I like the alliteration, the concrete imagery in the second stanza, the timepiece. (No obligation to visit. Just wanted to stop in.) =)
Thank you, Diana. I’ve been missing your posts though. You seem to have been away for a while. Hope all is well.
You’re keen (there’s that word that comes so readily when I think of you)! The last one on slavery I put out earlier this wk was the longest I’ve taken between posts. (I grumbled and grumbled to husband.) I spent over a week writing it in snatches (midst the busyness) and had started thinking on it a few months back.
I look forward to reading it. It is a subject that can never fully be exhausted and each time someone takes it on, there are bound to be new insight to be gained.
Working on another post at the moment, but as soon as it is done, I will read your post (it is already opened and ready).
I think you’ll take to it, not so much for what I put into it, but because you’re a brain. You’ll see what I mean.
PS: It never feels like an obligation, and it is always a pleasure 🙂
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A powerful image of absense, loss and almost a desperate hope. I’m a bit caught in two minds here – is ‘seers’ a typo, or is it meant in the context of foretelling? For me it actually seems to work really well (though a little differently) both ways.
You know me too well, Chris. I was torn between “seers” and “sears” as a choice, but felt in the end that the first would imply the latter through homonymic connection, while it would also suggest a feeling of foreboding. Great question. Thank you.
I’m secretly glad about your choice as the implication of an understood inevitability comes through well.
Thank you 🙂