the morning's moisture misted on his beard
while I watched from the sidewalks
the lake reflected the mountains
and I could see only him
his glasses perched on his head
he was immersed in silence
golden light of the sun
poured over him
showering him with warmth
I wished to catch it from him like a cold
when I came into his vision
he paused from his silence
his eyes took a catastrophic look
he slipped down his glasses
purposefully disappeared into the deep lanes
"no stranger to our gauzy history,
nor to our torrid chemistry,
where can he escape from the paring memories?"
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You've changed the look of your blog!
happy monday poetry
where does the quote come from? I love the sound/feel of "gauzy history."
I too, liked 'gauzy history', like something seen through a viel, there but with blurred edges, nothing quite clearly defined. However, the images in your poem, contrast in sharp vivid clarity, making that final statement even more potent, somehow.
Elizabeth
"I wished to catch it from him like a cold" - loved that line. Beautiful.
I loved 'paring memories'.
Love the mellifluous resonance of the first line! Like an enchanting invitation to taste the feelings beyond! Beautiful!
Loved your poetry, so so so so superb...
--Someone Is Special--
Catching the warmth of the sun from another, like one catches a cold...
I would like that too.
These are my favorite lines:
>> golden light of the sun
>> poured over him
>> showering him with warmth
>> I wished to catch it from him like a cold
Beautiful. Mmmmmm.
My Carry on Tuesday poem.
How I am sure we would like to pare away those hurtful memories which are so hard to let go without even more pain. Stunning piece of work.
Beautifully written. I wondered if your "gauzy history" and "torrid chemistry" referred to something personal or to your country or was this merely a work of fiction.
i really enjoyed that last stanza...of course the rest of it sets it up...very nicely. nice one shot!
It was as if I was watching fromt he sidewalks as well -- I could see that moisture on his beard and the sun pouring its golden warmth over him. Beautiful poem.
:D Awesome one shot =3 with wonderful imagery~^^
You pulled in immediately with, "the morning's moisture misted on his beard" the image..I love that line and a great poem there after. Thank you for visiting me for then I found you and your writings. :)River
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Nicely done. And a change of template.
Until the last stanza, I thought he was a stranger you were observing-- then it was a surprise at the end, learning of your shared history... exquisite ending!
Beautiful stuff. Truly resonates through some absolutely gorgeous lines. Wonderful One Shot!
Very interesting. I like the images this provokes.
Nicely done... Like it a lot.
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Wonderful lines. "golden light of the sunpoured over him showering him with warmth I wished to catch it from him like a cold' Those particular lines seem to combine opposites in the readers mind and bring healthy being into light with a reminder of human fragility through your well-chosen words. Happy One Shot!
I liked the idea of wanting to 'catch him like a cold' - Nice One Shot!
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A joy to read and very picturesque. The last three lines evoke a philosophical wonderment.
Such beautiful description - you see him as clearly as day. The last three lines posed a shift in focus and a realization the observer was linked to this man. Really enjoyed this!
I like this and I like ya new look.
Love how the moment has been captured in the smallest of details. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem. Hope your week goes well.
Love the rhythm and peace that goes with the beautiful words... Beautiful piece ;)
I pictured Lake Placid for some reason reading this. This guy, part of the village, part of its history who has studiously avoided an old lover but on this bright morning really has no place to hide, no place to run to. Charming. Thanks. Gay (@beachanny)
I like how you set up the relationship, with the romanticism of the "I" suddenly interrupted when "his eyes took a catastrophic look".
Nice play on the words "paring memories".
smartly played,
beautiful and profound piece.
...I wished to catch it from him like a cold..this is so special - thanks for taking us to nowhere island...
a beautifully written piece that hooked me in with the opening line..excellent..and thanks for sharing with one shot
ooohh.. loved the wordplay!! It was a treat to the senses... so was the imagery!
It had such a dreamy feel to it... almost unreal.. and yet, it was sooo real!
Enjoyed reading this piece!
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