I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 February 2015

That Moment on the Couch Tonight

I was so full of love for you!
Though I said not a word, you felt it 
and wordlessly responded.

I held you to my heart,
your chest pressed against mine,
savouring your warmth 
and the dear shape of your body. 

Long minutes
without moving,
we rested in the embrace.

Afterwards I was still happy.
What a wonder, what a gift,
to feel your body
with my body

just as it used to be 
before,
when you were living.


Submitted for dVerse Twist and Shout

35 comments:

  1. OOOh... this was a surprise at the end... it's hard to let go

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    1. I have come to see that we don't necessarily need to let go in order to move forward.

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  2. uff...yeah you got the volta in there...did not see the end coming...
    i guess i am glad that you still have those moments that they
    draw close...but it gave me a bit of a tear in the eye...smiles

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    1. Sometimes the happy memories end up making me a bit tearful, too. But not this time.

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  3. Very touching poem - all elements beautifully crafted. Thank you.

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  4. oh heck... that last line made my eyes go wide... glad that you could enjoy this last moment of warmth....

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    1. Well, I am hoping it may not be the last. Though it will certainly last me a long time! :)

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  5. Exactly like this! yes the whole meaning of your lines got so much more vivid with that last lines.. 14 lines or not this was a masterpiece.. really strong.

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  6. whoa.... last line; this piece when from loving, to creepy. like Bjorn said, this is def a masterpiece

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    1. Thank you for the high praise too. For me the ending was not creepy but tender. (This really happened.)

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  7. I have to confess that ending kind of creeped me out at the end.

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    1. Sorry about that. It wasn't so for me, far from it.

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  8. From mind memory to sense memory in an instant! I love when that happens! Great poem! May you have this kind of moment whenever you want it! I hae to reach for it at times, but not when mind-spirit and body work togeher. And it's not like they are hanging around waiting to be released--nothing like that! More like tuning in to something no one could ever take away.

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  9. Oh I love this so much. I know he is still sticking around. He would not go far. I remember you spotting him in the new chair, smiling approval of the purchase. What a gift, indeed, to have those long moments.

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    1. A psychic friend assures me he is now my guardian angel.

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  10. How very touching ~ I am happy to read that he is now your guardian angel, smiles ~

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  11. I could feel that tenderness in your words, rendered even more powerful by that last line.

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  12. Rosemary, right now I am reading some adolescent fiction that includes 'magical realism,' and your poem strikes me now as having magical realism as well. We have to take these moments as they come, enjoy the magic as it presents itself. Enjoy those 'couch' moments when they happen.

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    1. Yes, I see that it could indeed fit into that genre. And thank you, I shall enjoy. :)

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  13. you have managed to make a poem simultaneously sad and joyful. Very nicely done!

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  14. Now THAT is a twist! And on re-reading, every line became more clear. Very well done. Thank you.

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  15. Morose, sad, twisted, playful -- all done in 4 words.
    Superbly Enlightening!

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  16. Oh my. Those last lines were a gut-punch. Beautifully written. If I didn't get what a Volta is supposed to be prior to reading this, I certainly do now.

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    1. Well, Bjorn did tell us to make it startling. :)

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  17. Lovely tribute to love that transcends space and time.

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