Sunday, July 15, 2012

Magpie Tales 126: One Night







intimate 




we're leaving now.
I'll make a scene 
of this parting shot,
        tuck the edges 


of vision into 
memory.


need was 
temporal: drinks
chatter, footplay
under the table, 
        then under 
        sheets.


this landscape 
of brick holds 
no appeal - there 
are no reasons
for tears;  


 I always carry 
an umbrella 
for good 
measure. 






Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker
Artwork by  Jack Vettriano  shared by Tess Kincaid 



12 comments:

  1. I'm not an umbrella kinda girl...

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  2. Nice writing of the bleak landscape, a fleeting memory ~

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  3. This is the most beautiful piece I read today. Of course there are no reasons for tears but carrying an umbrella won't hurt too.

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  4. The intimacy is vibrant in your poem, Rick.... to be savored. Thank you for sharing these touching words. =D

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  5. you've gathered the unsettling bits and
    pieces of an affair in this bouquet of a poem.

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  6. Intimacy ~ if only for the moment. Nice, nice.

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  7. tuck the edges of vision into memory..sometimes i wish we could. just a mental snapshot at any point we choose. good write

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  8. Intimate and profound .... Loved it :-)

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  9. Amazing..the amount of ennui portrayed..impressed by this..

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  10. Music to my eyes, and so many visions and thoughts dancing about my head from this one, although I kind of like the feel of rain....

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  11. 'tuck the edge of vision into memory' -- lovely phrase!

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