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She was the Catalyst

Contributed by Merry on Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 08:22:25 PM in AEST
Topic: InternetLove



________________________

Across the table …salt spills
Omens
Old women cross themselves
Mutter strange prayers
Uneasy
The meal goes on
Having been prayed for
Forgiveness
Will it ever come?
I watch your hands
Afraid to look in your eyes
They will know
Maybe they already surmise
I can’t taste the food
I listen to the conversation
You are not in it
I long to hear your voice
I feel your mother watching me
Judged an adulteress
Will they take me out and stone me after dessert?
The dull clank of silverware
Symphonic
Building to crescendo
“Where is your wife?”
You stutter something ridiculous
I feel my cheeks turn pink
Then I start to laugh
We are not children
Who need to explain our actions
“She is gone”
I say it loud and clear
My heart pounding in my chest
I look at their lined faces
Stark reminders of age
You look at me
A man drowning at the dinner table
This is awkward
Clumsy explanations flutter behind my eyes
No, I won’t fall for that
I won’t make excuses
She made the first move
I wait for you to catch up
Your mother smiles at you
You start breathing again










Copyright © Merry ... [ 2004-11-21 20:22:25]
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Re: She was the Catalyst (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 08:28:42 PM AEST
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People who judge us or whom we feel judge us remain in our heads long after their bodies have shriveled to nothing but bones. What an incredible mix you have here! No wonder I watch for your poetry. You never let me down.
Stitch


Re: She was the Catalyst (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 08:53:50 PM AEST
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nicely done so very vivid took me right there with you
Michelle


Re: She was the Catalyst (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 09:44:41 AM AEST
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The first description that comes to mind after reading your poem is "powerful". That is how it felt after reading this superb poem.

Kie




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