He polishes chrome
while she shuffles Tarot
Luck temporarily
suspended by edicts
Life in limbo highlights
the chasm – incommunicado
They maintain distance
choking on tension
Define this as home…
(Image mine)
He polishes chrome
while she shuffles Tarot
Luck temporarily
suspended by edicts
Life in limbo highlights
the chasm – incommunicado
They maintain distance
choking on tension
Define this as home…
(Image mine)
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Powerful words and image. So many are being confronted with the consequences of denial right now. Painful, but ultimately necessary…
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Thanks so much. Appreciate you dropping by and leaving a comment. Nice to meet through this medium.
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Very touching and pictured so well.
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Thank you.
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Enjoyed the mystery and intrigue in the piece. Somewhat deafening
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Thank you!
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All relationships need to be renegotiated when the situation changes…not all know what to do with so much togetherness (that goes for parents and children as well) (K)
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You make a good point. This time is bringing the issue to a head for sure.
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Lovely poem ❤️😍 this is so good
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Thanks so much
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A timeless, but also very timely poem. Whew.
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Thanks Andrea
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Your poem makes me think of older couples that you see having dinner out, but never talk…is it companionable silence or just a chasm to great to cross.
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I always wonder that too, Heather. Curious minds, lol
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lol!
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OUCH!
Your specifics capture an invasive general … what couple has NOT experienced spells of this? (Amplified in frequency and severity by pandemic pressures!)
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True! The relationship I write about was an old one, but it fits with today’s atmosphere, I’d think. Thanks Jazz.
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Were you living in a van down by the river of Denial at the time?
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That’s exactly where I was living. Seventeen years! I should win a medal.
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Would a metal colored plastic be good enough and are you familiar with that Chris Farley skit?
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I am not, but just that combination ensures it is something funny.
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Just Google A van down by the river, its classic SNL.
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so classic!
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Oh my gosh, this is good. Certainly touches on the discovery that may be happening in many homes during the pandemic. Love the theme of distance here and your obvious fun in playing with words to fit. Nicely crafted!
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Thanks Susanne. I think you are right about the times.
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Your poem evokes that “home” tension very well. I’ve lived it.
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Thanks Liz. Don’t know why this is all coming up now – so many years ago.
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You’re welcome, V.J. The same thing happens to me–rarely, it happens. It’s like a flashback.
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