Saturday 3 November 2012

On forgetting the details

Photo credit:   SueAnn 

when you kissed me
under the darkening shade  

i forgot
how soft and tender the night can be

blurred of lines,
empty of violent shapes and crisp-

orange burns of sun and searing sky--
i imagine us

melting away in pit of darkness
but its only late afternoon

i have to catch my station train and bus,
cook dinner and - all the details -

the possibility of escape tempts me 
underground, away from the city crowd 

i look for the missing key
and find it dangling by the doorway 

but i am a creature of habit and old ways,    
so when i stammer to say goodbye --

i suddenly remember  
how hard and brittle cold the floor tiles are 

on my face -- 


Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub:  Poetics - Through the Artist Lens - I don't know why this picture prompted me of domestic violence ~  Oh well, thanks for the visit ~

48 comments:

  1. This is so sensual and beautiful to me that when it got to the last few lines I was shocked, it seemed to come to an abrupt end that brought home the cold and dark reality of domestic violence beneath the initial warmth and seeming beauty of the couple's relationship. So good how you've pulled this off Heaven, I adore it even though it's very sad.

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  2. That may be when you never want to say goodbye, as I assume the cruelty awaits at home and your lover can't protect you..then it may be time to walk alone. Brilliant write to the stark lines and harsh lines of the artwork. Excellent Grace.

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  3. Wow.... how sad if she is leaving a man she loves to go home to a spouse who beats her. Sheesh Grace, this was so effective, was like being punched by that last line.

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  4. Ahh... Grace, this is so beautifully written. The ending really floored me (no pun intended, well, maybe).

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  5. oy, some really interesting textures in this....the cold floor on the face at the end in particular...ugh...you got me there...forgetting the details may not be a bad thing sometimes....but how sad...

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  6. for some reason I thought of Meryl Streep and Robert De Niro....

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  7. nice ending; if you had written feet instead of face, it could be another story, I think

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  8. this is painfully beautiful. great images to got along with 'the image' - i hope you will find a pillow and get warm... on the inside.
    amazing poem.

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  9. Very well described, Grace. Sad to think how many women might be going through something similar and living in fear for their lives.

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  10. Well done, all these details intertwined to slowly put up a scenario of violence that - in spite of the word "violence" itself - I wasn't expecting. The end is just like a slap in the face with a tile.

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  11. I like your different takes on black and darkness. It's kind side, but with a reminder of the stark contrast with light. The ending was superb. A taste of reality. You have great skill.

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  12. Ugg such a fate none should bear but so many do. Quite descriptive too, very well depicted by you.

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  13. "But I am a creature of habit and old ways"...yes, I felt the ugliness of routine there, the regularity of rage, or perhaps muted outrage. A great way to pull the rough edges, the piercing colors, from the art you chose.
    Gene

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  14. so lost in the kiss , I almost missed it....almost. definitely a striking piece.

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  15. You are always sensual and beautiful. I missed dVerse because of you.

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  16. Whew, you took me by surprise too. It spoke of the shock and sudden onset of violence. Nicely done.

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  17. Great poem. Great take on the photo, too.

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  18. I too thought this was very sensual until the end when it took a scary turn. I feel for the poor soul...

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  19. Wow - the ending is stunning - love the twist!

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  20. ohh...wow, this hits hard...great piece Heaven.

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  21. There seems to an urgency and it brought forth some carelessness. The consequences can be unwittingly painful! Nicely Heaven!

    Hank

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  22. i was very touched by the ending, Heaven. somehow it seems the perfect poem for the image.



    are you going to be the 57th poet featured this year on my blog? if you didn't get the emails, please let me know at myheartlovesongs(at)gmail(dot)com.

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  23. Clever use of the image to play with the emotions of the reader

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  24. oh grace.

    i'm simply...

    just head over heels in love with this piece. :)

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  25. Love the switch at the end. Reality bites for sure. Thank you for using one of my pics...what an honor.
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  26. Hmmm, the ending threw me off.
    Meanwhile , the sensuous beginning was interesting.

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  27. very sensuous and then the end a little shocking and very sad...enjoyed the textural images very much.

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  28. I experience this in my own life (not the violence) but that life/circumstances can be completely turned upside down in an instant/blink of an eye/right before your eyes.
    beautiful grace

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  29. The ending threw me for a loop. I did not expect it at all. This is extremely moving and really well connected to the painting with its dark shapes and sharp angles.

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  30. Loved this. She is returning to her violent spouse. Fear keeps so many women prisoners.

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  31. A line crossed so often even the trace of shock is blurred.
    Powerful write, Grace

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  32. Beautifully done and totally unexpected!

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  33. aah...so beautifully weaved! The concluding lines are the best~

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  34. I followed faithfully throughout this enjoyable poem, but must be having a senior moment now, for I cannot get the last lines. No doubt light will dawn any moment now. The quality of the rest gives me faith.

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  35. Heaven you draw us in with your expressive words giving the feeling the atmosphere and as happens with domestic violence the abrupt change-something not right. It takes a couple of seconds and the mind dawns on the reality...Thank you. Came by from dVerse poetics.

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  36. Took me a few reading to see--clearly--the domestic violence arising after all the beautiful language and sensuality that preceded it. But then I sq the pattern change—how the creature of habit arouse—all the details. So well done!

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  37. It is amazing to me how a photo can trigger the imagination so...you said it wasn't a personal experience..you drew inspiration from the photo..yet what you describe seems so real..how it must certainly feel to be in that situation....well done.

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