- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Man and A Woman - III
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Click hereA Man and A Woman - III
~Autumnal Widow~
Sleep late Saturday
So begins her widowhood;
Groceries bought and put away
He surfs games, one after the other.
Sunday's tune still sounds lame
Cleaning house while he sleeps late;
Roused his combat soon resumes
Again three games, one after the other.
Still a widow Monday night
Iron clothes and put away;
In a world all his own
Watches gridiron combat.
Sees her hero in the round
Wonders of a different way;
Till he grunts, "Sounds fine, dear"
And she knows she's thought out loud
As she thinks about a lover.
© Leon Brozyna 2005
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoThis poetic narrative stings sharply as it exposes the reader to the quiet flow (from the outside)of the events, barely hiding the turmoils bubbling just below the surface...
DawnJabout 16 years ago...a Jamaican term for women whose husbands are not dead, just "away"!
Anonymousabout 17 years agobeginning of the end just like this.
Nicely captured.
Regards, Jack
PatHous56about 17 years agoReminded me of why I stay single. They are so nice for a 12 hour "date" but in the morning, it's so nice for them to be out the door! Patricia
BikeNutabout 18 years agoStuck with her current model, she'll take out others on test drives and neither will be satisfying.
CaPic267about 18 years agoLeon, This one strikes too close to home and just shows that you were right and I was wrong. This one will go up as a fave and as a haunting reminder. I finally went and registered mostly to publicly scold you - you need to write some more; it's been almost a month since you had a new piece. CP
Wanton Vixxxenabout 18 years agodead end widow; in mourning of a husband that's still alive and breathing, but not in existence for her. Here is penned a scene of the sober Lost Weekend - the tragic sobriety has sunk in as she realizes her husband is lost to her - for he is lost in his own world of football. And now, her only survival is the intoxication felt in the fantasies of a lover.
Leon, you have outdone yourself with this intimate and piercing look into the heart and mind of the so very lonely wife.
This is My personal favorite for very personal reasons. Thank you for the wonderful write!
Vixxx
The Gentle Man06over 18 years agoThis one really hits home because I love to watch football and I have to constantly remind myself that balance is one of the real keys to a fulfilling relationship. Without it, things can go south fast.....Nicely said Leon!
