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
I'm not an umbrella kinda girl...
ReplyDeleteNice writing of the bleak landscape, a fleeting memory ~
ReplyDeleteThis is the most beautiful piece I read today. Of course there are no reasons for tears but carrying an umbrella won't hurt too.
ReplyDeleteThe intimacy is vibrant in your poem, Rick.... to be savored. Thank you for sharing these touching words. =D
ReplyDeleteyou've gathered the unsettling bits and
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Intimacy ~ if only for the moment. Nice, nice.
ReplyDeletetuck the edges of vision into memory..sometimes i wish we could. just a mental snapshot at any point we choose. good write
ReplyDeleteIntimate and profound .... Loved it :-)
ReplyDeleteFabulous write.
ReplyDeleteAmazing..the amount of ennui portrayed..impressed by this..
ReplyDeleteMusic 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....
ReplyDelete'tuck the edge of vision into memory' -- lovely phrase!
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