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euphonies paler than blue
did you get up in the middle of the night?
I awoke, & I was alone in our bed. I got up & found you
at your desk with your head down. there was paper &
an uncapped Bic at your side. you were peaceful, so I let
you sleep. you’ll be angry when I tell you I read you poem…
I am tall.
I can burn my fingers on the surface of the sun;
I can soothe them in the glimmering lacquer of the moon.
I can see horizons beyond the nearest horizon.
They stack up like dominoes
Until everything in front of me is behind me.
If my lover stands in my shadow, he is hidden.
He wants me small, so he can stand above me,
To tell me what I can do and where I can go;
To be in another room when he wants to read
And to be there when he wants to make love,
Which is a thing that plunders me
When I am under him.
I cannot be that small.
I can be gone instantly. perhaps a step or two
And I will be far away. from you.
(Art: Alan Lee)
Published 6th Aug 2016
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6th Aug 2016 5:01am
Speaks to me as a paradox. The title led me to ponder the symbolism of the blue color.
6th Aug 2016 6:11am
'I can be gone instantly. perhaps a step or two
And I will be far away. from you. '
Just beautiful,John
And I will be far away. from you. '
Just beautiful,John
6th Aug 2016 8:28am
"They stack up like dominoes until everything in front of me is behind me"
just a wonderful work JF at once infinite and particular
just a wonderful work JF at once infinite and particular
6th Aug 2016 9:44am
"I am tall."
a poem..right there in three words... the rest is the detail of it... your bluest of blue and a blue collar one indeed John...simply in awe...
6th Aug 2016 8:08pm
A clever idea well executed. I can almost feel this gent's heart sink as he reads, finally breaking with the final lines. Good to see you taking the femme viewpoint this time, devastating as it is.
6th Aug 2016 10:44pm
I particularly enjoyed the perspective of this one -
the silent observer reading over the sleeping shoulder.
the silent observer reading over the sleeping shoulder.
7th Aug 2016 1:40am
7th Aug 2016 1:44am
I have read this three times ... just Beautiful JohnFeddeler ... a glimpse into her heart, while she slept
7th Aug 2016 9:48am
I so understand being here, and the want to run. Just before you begin 'her write' you say 'you poem', meant to be 'your'. This is lovely, unlike you, freeing for me, a person suffering with an indigestible difficulty to write, well, to continue saying things that should not be said. Love reading you, as always.
The problem is , I can't edit w/o losing the blue ink. I read my work several times before I post; apparently I kept seeing the 'r' even tho it wasn't there. scarred poetry: a better reflection of me.
& Poppy, read my poems & always say what is true...
& Poppy, read my poems & always say what is true...
Anonymous
7th Aug 2016 5:21pm
Sir John.....oh Sir John....shaking my head....another which has left me speechless with just a sound made...."ooofff". You never let us down....With love always - Taryn xoxo
I enjoyed the reader's perspective, a poem embedded in a poem, reading about the feelings he evokes in her, pondering if meanwhile he perhaps regrets the tresspass?
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
