Writer, Down the Years
Who are you
Long and slender, bent and broken
Who owns that smile, that face
Those words unspoken?
Is there a hand, a heart, a voice, a touch
To send my soul out dancing
Or are you held here, in my memory
Posed for memory's romancing?
I take you as you were, brown eyes and all
And put you near me
I write a history that should have been
But you can't hear me.
And if I pose you in another book
Our world of maybe
Could I retrieve you for another look?
My love
My life
My heart
My baby?
Oh, Deb. That one just makes me want to cry.
Then it did its job. Good. I'm not a poet, not by any stretch, but that one just seemed to want to go in form, rather than prose.
New "How To Succeed As A Failing Writer" column up:
True Tales of Workshop Terror.
I liked it, Victor. Found it very relatable, even if I was dumb this morning.
All of the Pose drabbles were fantastic, especially erika's and Deb's poem.
New topic, La Tep?
Thanks, Amy Liz. I was afraid it was too "Bob doesn't want my carrots."
Sneaking one in under the wire. Porny.
There's No "i" in Pose
Pose, poise. So many different meanings, shadings, variations, ways to use them both, ways to get them confused.
Posed: me, dressed to blend with the backstage curtains, dusky velvet. Poised: Your head twisted sideways, your hands above the keyboard, waiting for the piano cue from the lead guitar.
Or posed: me, hands out, palms up and open in surrender, not moving, not breathing, the dusky velvet dress on your bedroom floor. poised: you, naked above me.
In the end? I still confuse those two words, those meanings and shadings, those imperfect memories, the two of us in time, posed, poised.
New drabble topic!
Challenge #85 (pose[s]) is now closed.
Challenge #86 is lost and found. NB: that's one topic, inclusive -- lostandfound, if you will. Not two separate topics.
