We dressed for our day, the air
between us thick with thrown words,
they loomed, suspended from then to now with no
bridge back. He turned,
just that. Longing jolted through me
for contact, even clothed contact,
us coiled, whorled, my head wreathed in his hands,
touched lips tried upside down like us,
a kiss to map a new way back, to rebuild what was lost
one kiss at a time.
I love that these lovers, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, were long- term marrieds.
This is in response to the visual prompt at Magpie Tales #92
And for dVerse Poets Pub, open link night #19
a kiss to map the way back...this is really well crafted and evocative...i have been there and appreciate the opportunity for second chances...
ReplyDeleteBrian, Me too. In long term relationships we get the opportunity for many second chances.
ReplyDeleteI loved this! Second chances are wonderful, especially if they come with kisses!
ReplyDeleteSally, Sometimes I marvel at the sheer grace of them.
ReplyDeleteMary, thank you for saying this was Paul and Joanne! I did not know it when I saw the image around the blogosphere. I love that they were married a long time, too, and lived far from Hollywood. I always think that's one reason their relationship survived.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem; I like the image of a kiss to map the way back!
Gorgeous write. I love the opening lines.
ReplyDeleteone kiss at a time, love it.
ReplyDeleteRuth, I also like that Paul and Joanne always talked well of each other. Don't you find that kisses do that for us?
ReplyDeleteMZ, I hate when I'm there and glad when I'm back in a more gracious place.
Morning, I've had that happen too.
Happy Thanksgiving GM! I remember spending one Thanksgiving, 40 years ago, in Paris. It was wonderful.
ReplyDelete"...air...thick with thrown words.." I stopped here and the scene was so evocative and plush with meaning. Then, the kissing, the mapping with kisses...wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCG, Paris is wonderful but Italy is fantastico!
ReplyDeleteRosaria, You know all about it- giusto?
Your words were so well chosen. A delight.
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coiled, whorled, my head wreathed in his hands
ReplyDeleteWhat a sensuous line you have written here! Nice Magpie. ♥
keith, Thanks, glad you stopped by.
ReplyDeleteJinsky, Thank you, I enjoyed doing this one.
Beautifully written; thanks.
ReplyDeleteBerowne, What a beautiful name. Thanks for visiting.
ReplyDeleteI find it enchanting when grandmothers write of passion and sensuality ... we never grow too old for those emotions.
ReplyDeleteHelen, You're so right about that, one of the little talked about realities kept under wraps by elders!
ReplyDeletelonging jolted through me, i can just feel the jolt
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zongrik, It happens that way sometimes...
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I'm so glad you are writing and posting more poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks , Patti. I get lost in reading it as well.
ReplyDeleteplayful and right. oh! such youth!
ReplyDeleteand yes, i am so happy to see poetry here. it is like coming home.
xo
erin
erin, They were young but found the path that they would walk into their elder years - gratefully. You are so welcome here, my gifted one. I love reading your poetry even when I struggle to understand it enough to respond to it. It stretches me.
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