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Wedding Day
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
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Friday, 7th November 2003 @ 02:52:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Today is a happy day.
She’s looked forward to this hour
since the minute she could first be laid
in a glass coffin in the backyard.
He’s looked forward to this hour
for the last year,
and though his eyes were closed,
his feet kept pushing him forward.
Masses have congregated to witness the union
of my brother and his beloved.
Masses have congregated to celebrate
their lives, drink a little too much wine,
feast on finger foods and meatballs,
and dance the night away, into some stranger’s bed.
Visiting the bride before the big moment,
she looked radiant, like one could drown
in her beauty and be lost and soulless forever after,
like a fifty year old vet who still drops to the ground
whenever he hears a balloon pop or a car backfire.
The bridesmaids and mothers were crying already,
though the ceremony was yet an hour or so away,
and the guests and groom had not all arrived.
The time went on, as it tends to do,
and the sanctuary had no room in the pews for any other
interested parties. It was then that the mothers realized
that the groom was clearly late.
Alarmed, they girlishly alerted the bride,
true to form for the ugly gossips they were,
and the bride began to worry
that her worst fear had come true.
The hours wore on, and I spent
a great deal of time consoling the
humiliated girl.
She confided in me that my brother
had been hesitant about the whole thing.
She confided in me that I had done her a great service
by protecting her from the judging eyes outside.
She told me I made her safe.
I confided in here too, made sure she knew
that the problem wasn’t with her,
but with my traitorous brother.
I made sure she knew she was still beautiful,
and I told her how disappointed I was that she
wouldn’t be taking my name.
After a few moments of awkward silence,
she stood, locked the door to her dressing room,
and laid down naked, next to my trusting flesh,
under a warm blanket of gowns,
and went to sleep.
We woke up some fourteen hours later,
and donned our proper attire.
I thanked the Lord that my brother
wore the same size as I did,
and we marched down the aisle,
hand in hand, heart in sunken heart,
and wed and loved in front of those congregated,
and infinitely patient masses.
I never saw my brother after that day,
and I know in my heart that
he’s never coming back.
Now it’s up to me to shoulder
the burdens he left behind.
The wife I loved,
the kids we’ve since had,
and the heartfelt empathy
I shared with him
as he struggled to exhaustion
in the middle of that lake
on the day of his wedding.
Copyright ©
Butterat_Zool
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2003-11-07 14:52:56]
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Re: Wedding Day
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by bobotheclown on
Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 12:42:00 AM AEST
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I didn't really get this one kinda confusing...
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Re: Wedding Day
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by chris3btine77 on
Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 02:55:24 PM AEST
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| i really like this one.. at the end I had to laugh .. I did not think it was gonna end that way |
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