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strangers
The light woke me
too many windows no curtains
leaf shadows dancing on the wall
outside the beach and the harbor I checked all in place
perfect at the dawn of morning
I had spent a second night with a woman I didn't know
she remained asleep in her narrow bed across the room
between us a shallow table, shells, stones and flowers a magazine
her red hair curling like a dream
fast asleep as I filled the kettle for glorious tea
and loved the details of the place with soft eyes
each to stay shining inside
she asleep or faking it till I had gone
two strangers
even stranger at the dawn
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| Movies love to depict this scene. Probably because they know their ticket buying viewers warmly swaddled in their relationships (with too many curtains) yearn for a stranger, someone who can't read you, doesn't want to, and the details of her life are exquisitly alien, and you can see yourself so clearly standing in that strange context (of course I doubt if it's like that because we in relationships are never alone). Good picture, good poem. |
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Comment by: - 2005-12-29 19:34
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| You obviously have a secret admirer, along with the rest of us who enjoy your work. |
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Comment by: - 2005-10-12 11:48
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| I couldnā??t respond to your email but wanted to say that I was glad to hear my feedback was considered encouragement. I hope that others will check out your work. |
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Comment by: - 2005-10-12 11:25
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| Exquisite longing. Wonderful use of metaphors. You paint a picture that is easily viewed in your readers mind. |
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