Tuesday 3 January 2012

Song of parting




I wake up to flickering dawn
Heartbeat slow and measured
In the pale glimmer, I could not
See the careless strewn clothes
On the floor and chair, somewhere

Along the night’s careless pulse,
When your dazed eyes bore into mine,
Bright with passion, your lips quiver
My bold surrender and anticipation
Just me, only me, in your arms

I whisper your name, but you are quiet,
Sober and uninterested in the morning after
Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea 
Kited to the soaring eagle;  no, I am not
The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop  

As you slip out under wrinkled bedcovers,
Hurriedly putting on your clothes,
You don’t say goodbye, just a glance
To me, yes me, whose arms cradled your rest
And whose lips bloomed your music,  until

You hear it strong and lusty to stir
Your restless limbs for another adventure,
New lands to conquer, far and away

Before the door closes, your gaze is on 
The faraway blue, and I, 
Don’t make a move to stop you 




Author's note:   Because it is very cold and minus 14 today; and I would rather be in bed.   Smiles.   Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting at 3pm EST.   


Poetry form:   Aubade - is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. Some aubades are bittersweet, some are yearning, and others are mere proddings to awake.  Thanks to Grace of Real Toads for this poetry form.  Linking up as well ~



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49 comments:

  1. Sad and gorgeous...the sting of the morning after is well captured.

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  2. You want to make me crawl back into bed!

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  3. The morning sure can ruin a lot, quite the grand adventure to the senses though you took us on.

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  4. The last line is perfect. You can hear the door close.

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  5. such a bittersweet flavor, served up on the perfect platter.

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  6. nice..the the night’s careless pulse... i like..and those guys are better not stopped..smiles...

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  7. Beautiful aubade but sad. Probably better off letting the door close on him, though.

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  8. ah i think it all the better you let hat one go...if they got no words in the morning, they really were not that great at night either...smiles.

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  9. Beautiful write heaven. I like the form and you did a great job. Some really nice lines in here. Thanks

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  10. That must hurt, to be so wanted at bedtime and then not so in the morning. I hope you did let him go.

    Great writing though!

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  11. a bittersweet awakening... but a beautiful example of an aubade poem

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  12. yeah! don't stop that fool.. a sweet & sour write.. and love the line, "Sober and uninterested in the morning after
    Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea " great!

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  13. Minus 14 Heaven! I'd be in bed! It's 30 degress Celsius here.

    Loved your poem. Love those crinkly bed sheets. No doubt your mind was on bed!

    You are one of our Runners Up for Romantic Friday Writers this week!

    Denise

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  14. I think we've all been there, on minus 14 and plus 14 mornings. So sad. But HE is missing out!

    xo

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  15. Heart-breaking, yet written beautifully.

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  16. i can feel the pain in your lines...so sad. nicely written...

    have a blessed new year!

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  17. Thanks for your comments.

    Anthony, I like those lines too.

    Denise, thank you for the encouragement.

    I find the aubade form, an interesting poetry to write.

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  18. Why did this anger me? My first words--audibly--"Fk HIM!" (In the 'street' sense of the word--grin!)

    Better 'gone', than "coming back after work"!

    I've wondered how a woman must feel under that circumstance? You have the female perspective so well...almost like...well--REAL!

    I go with my first two words...

    and PEACE!

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  19. these three lines are standout poetry--

    Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea
    Kited to the soaring eagle; no, I am not
    The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop

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  20. Wow.... this is an awesome write! I agree with Christi Moon... I am caught by the metaphor she quoted as well. Well done!

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  21. Oh, this is painful, but well written.,,very well written.

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  22. Much too cold there!

    This poem is sad but well expressed!

    Happy day!
    Stay warm!

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  23. Fabulous. There must be something in the water! I loved:

    in the morning after
    Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea
    Kited to the soaring eagle; no, I am not
    The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop

    xxxj

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  24. Enthralling, completely in the moment.

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  25. images and words match up beautifully

    like a lot, esp, "To me, yes me, whose arms cradled your rest..."

    saw your "gentle night" from nov too, thanks!

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  26. Wow. You are wildly, dangerously talented, Heaven... The double entendres were so suble (but not to me)! Sounds like we dated the same guy. Sad, in a way... but I'll be back.

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  27. The beginning reminds me of how surreal it is to make love while forcing yourself to look into each other's eyes the whole time. You vividly brought some great memories into my mind. :)

    ~Soren

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  28. That door seemed to close with such finality...probably best that it did. Loved that she didn't move to stop him too.

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  29. "Kited to the eagle", "not the anchor you want" and "I dont make a move to stop you". You tell a complete story here in one well written poem.

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  30. Love this. So true to life with its hopes and realizations. The observations are as vivid in emotion as the imagery.

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  31. in love with a free bird.
    nice metaphors of the 'other' to a ship.
    and love for the 'other' as a ship in dock.
    "….the wayward wind / is a restless wind…"
    nice piece of poetry here.
    thank you.

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  32. It's wise not to hang on to someone whose mind is already out the door. There seems little regret here, just a brief encounter, both in agreement with the exploration.

    Beatiful poem.

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  33. Sober and uninterested in the morning after
    Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea
    Kited to the soaring eagle; no, I am not
    The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop

    Wow... I truly hope she didn't want to stop him... I'd hate to think of her heart breaking.

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  34. Beautiful lines!
    I especially love these:
    "Kited to the soaring eagle; no, I am not
    The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop"

    So sad and vacant, but honest and well done!

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  35. beautiful and sad ...seemingly only one person saw this as a one night thing but beds are our cocoons a safe place to stay ....loved this thank you so much for sharing have a fab 2012 ...it can only get warmer ! x x

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  36. Men and women are such different species sometimes--it's amazing we ever surmount it; we certainly can't when there is a chasm like this. Very well-written in a cool form I have to try someday.

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  37. My favorite flavor: bittersweet. Great.

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  38. Lovely...and sad.

    Lady Nyo

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  39. this made me ache a little heaven :)... I am not joking but my word verification is horni... lol... happy new yer H.

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  40. Beautifully written and I love how it conveys the emotions of a one night stand.

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  41. sad imagery,

    u shall let him go,
    everyone needs a break.

    my first time reading a sad one, well done.

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  42. Beautiful with all the feelings of knowing that you have to let someone go....So many lovely words, but I loved:
    ..Along the night’s careless pulse..

    Gorgeous! PS Congratulations on your award...wonderful!!
    -Eva

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  43. I whisper your name, but you are quiet,
    Sober and uninterested in the morning after
    Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea
    Kited to the soaring eagle; no, I am not
    The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop

    Guess this sailor couldn't call her his homeport once the beer goggles were gone. Or -- surprise me next time -- he just went out to pick up and bring back a amazing breakfast for TWO! In 14 below! Brrrrrrrr!

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  44. Oh Heaven this one just sucked the air out of me. Too sad for me today. (Great write obviously.)

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  45. The awkwardness of the morning after. I love it.

    Happy New Year!

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  46. An end and a beginning, too, I'll bet. We never stop looking and hoping. Very nice. A perfect portrait of a moment. Great finish to this.

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  47. Regretfully, evocative of many mornings where promise was left unfulfilled and abandoned in unmade beds. Loved it!

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  48. sad but so beautiful like no regrets..

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  49. That really is a cool poetry form.
    Way cooler than that guy! I knew him, and his best friend, and his little brother, and his boss, and.....
    long ago now....

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