All Comments on 'Foreshore'

Sweetly sad, unrequited love and inevitable avoidence with emphasis on "the dance". I find this bleakly lovely, thank you Liar.

Tess

....did I miss somthing first time around? (grinning)

Tess xxx

I personally liked it, enjoy the how vague it was, leaving gaps for the reader, like leaping across stepping stones of meaning.

but what strikes me most, visually, is the imagery below and the sorrow it holds - it stays ... beyond the poem:

accepted regrets

on your balcony, your hands

folding napkins to make them forget

to hold mine, your lips shaping

words about nothing.

rather matching the narrator and his friend's relationship. Poet Guy had to look up the title, which is excellently apt, and "roobio's" which looked to him like it might be the name of some kind of disgustingly gummy candy. He was relieved to find it is (most likely) a kind of tea.

The distanced narrative is appropriate for the subject, almost (dare Poet Guy say) Bergmanesque.

He enjoyed this very much.

napkin folded, then

grab,

fondle,

kiss.

You are intriguing, and I want to take your brain out and play with it.

Five.