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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sunday morning
[time] => 2007-05-06 20:29:22
[hometext] => I wrote this free verse for my poetry group at the NSW's Writer's Centre, as they cringe at most rhyming poetry. I have experienced this, let me tell you, and if this is the reality of most 'established' relationships, I'll stay single, thanks.
[bodytext] => drinking coffee on the terrace;
reading the paper
the sips and shuffling pages
fence the boundaries of our
pairing, increasingly wordless.
conversations used to well
from our bedrock
but the aquifers are low;
leached to dry indifference,
drained by acquaintance.
Did Marjorie call?
Mmm…
I saw that movie star - what’s her name?
Uh-
Remind me to ask Harry about that zoning thing
Yup!
the occasional jibe, the shifting tone.
dry lightning sparks brush fires,
but not the scorched earth
of our dialogue, where
conversations trail off like Alzheimer’s.
the dance cards of routine
have us shuffling familiar steps
but long gone the waltzes, the
sweat soaked foot stomp of banter.
still, it’s good coffee;
long pauses beat
stony silence,
and the bad news
is left to page three.
[comments] => 8
[counter] => 220
[topic] => 21
[informant] => Spike
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 30
[ratings] => 6
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Lifepoems
)
Sunday morning
Contributed by
Spike
on
Sunday, 6th May 2007 @ 08:29:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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drinking coffee on the terrace;
reading the paper
the sips and shuffling pages
fence the boundaries of our
pairing, increasingly wordless.
conversations used to well
from our bedrock
but the aquifers are low;
leached to dry indifference,
drained by acquaintance.
Did Marjorie call?
Mmm…
I saw that movie star - what’s her name?
Uh-
Remind me to ask Harry about that zoning thing
Yup!
the occasional jibe, the shifting tone.
dry lightning sparks brush fires,
but not the scorched earth
of our dialogue, where
conversations trail off like Alzheimer’s.
the dance cards of routine
have us shuffling familiar steps
but long gone the waltzes, the
sweat soaked foot stomp of banter.
still, it’s good coffee;
long pauses beat
stony silence,
and the bad news
is left to page three.
Copyright ©
Spike
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2007-05-06 20:29:22]
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Re: Sunday morning
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by faiton on
Sunday, 6th May 2007 @ 09:36:51 PM AEST
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Spot on Spike, just had one of those Sunday mornings myself. You could cut the atmosphere with a spoon (if you felt so inclined, but i'm sure you don't).
Keep up the good work.
Si. |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by Ruby2sdy on
Sunday, 6th May 2007 @ 10:49:34 PM AEST
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I really like this Spike!!! Although, I also hate people that sneer at rhyming poetry (I get that you're not one of them!!!) Shakespeare rhymed... I hate how relationships die down and trail off, don't blame you for being single!!! I guess that Sunday is one of those days...
2sdy x |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by deadheadpoet on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 01:41:42 AM AEST
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Excellent write, my friend. I have been married a couple times *cough cough* before my marriage to Damon. I can so relate to this. I so hope our lives don't become an unexciting boredom of going through the motions everyday. (something tells me that ain't ever going to happen) Friendship is a damned important thing to have with your spouse, I know it solidifies this marriage. Marriage is a hard road and takes tons of work. (don't blame you in the least for being single) *wink* anywho, good stuff, that made me think. Thanks for sharing.
Peace, Laura
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Re: Sunday morning
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 03:21:11 AM AEST
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Life poetry,indeed,friend and an excellent
offering too.As for those who sneer at rhyming
poetry? Well,they belong in a darkened room
with those who think pickled sheep is art.
Den
ps:stay single,buddy,and enjoy the freedom. |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by shelby on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 04:43:01 AM AEST
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I loved the vivid display here......
I mirror Laura, I was married once before too, I wont cough but gag instead LOL....
When you find the right one its wonderful.
Though I sit and listen to many who have become the bickeretts, either not talking or bickering every second LOL.
I loved this write, your talent is refreshing
huggers
~Michelle~ |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by emystar on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 01:49:56 PM AEST
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Well I hope you got the highest possible score 'cause this is AWESOME.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by Dom on
Monday, 7th May 2007 @ 06:49:02 PM AEST
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You have verbalised with a painstaking honesty one of the things I most fear becoming in a relationship: monotonous and disconnected from everything that once made it amazing.
I really enjoyed reading your poem, it is amusing, open and descriptive, a thoroughly good write!
Take care,
Dom |
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Re: Sunday morning
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 12th June 2007 @ 01:07:50 AM AEST
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*scratches head* "I was POSITIVE I commented on this one ...
oh well ...
Well, S, this is terribly sad. Settling ... that is a fate worse than death!!
I wouldn't suggest staying single, but continuing to search
until you find that one .. you know her; she's the one that you can't
get out of your mind; the one that lights up the world just by smiling;
the one that when you close your eyes, she is all you can see;
the one that makes little discussions about nothing, (like in your
piece), so much more exciting and wondrous. She is the one that,
when you look thru her eyes, makes the world the freshest, most
special, glorious wonder EVER to behold. She is the one that stirs
emotion like no one else .. that drives your passion wild ... and
steals all your sleep, (not that you mind).
I would like to think that this person is out there for us all. And
when we find them, it never gets stale .. it never becomes
monotonous and it NEVER becomes boring ... the passion,
the power, the emotion is always anew. Yes, I am a bit of an
idealist, but I don't care. I believe it! With ALL that I am!!!!
(Romantic or not ... it is what was meant to be)
EXCEPTIONAL piece, my friend.
~B |
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