Adieus

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demure101
demure101
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The smell of soaking raincoats and the drum
of water overhead – safe from the rain
below the dirty dome we took our leave
with water dripping from our hair to make
a wet, cold kiss, pale in the arc lights, drawn,
our faces sickly white. We didn’t speak;
farewell seemed irreversible, and au
revoir belied what we both knew. We looked
at one another guardedly, and stood
and smiled a rueful smile, and then the train
gushed in along the platform, full of life,
and shrieked unto a stop. We nodded once.
She lightly touched my cheek and turned to board,
and still I stood and watched; and still it poured.

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CleardaynowCleardaynowabout 10 years ago
Done the ‘A’s

Finally made it to the end of the ‘A’s, set up base camp and the Sherpas are bring up provisions to support the full expedition to the summit. I am in my tent going over the long trek, making this my choice for the journey so far.

As always, it is a combination or marriage rather between the poignancy of the message and the dance by which it is expressed. Angeline may be right about ‘unto’ but I can live with it.

It has been interesting to see all the other poems. I feel I should take care in what I say but I do think you have progressed.

DawnJDawnJover 11 years ago
I hate goodbyes!

And they're even worse when you know there might never be another hello! :(

You've evoked that sense very keenly in this description of a day that weeps for them as they part:

"She lightly touched my cheek and turned to board,

and still I stood and watched; and still it poured."

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
I MISS THE HANGING HEARTS

on a banyon or willow tree, TK U MLJ LV NV

AngelineAngelineover 11 years ago
Gave it a 5

and I think it's a lovely sonnet, but I'd lose the "unto," which sounds awkward to me. You could say "into its stop" or "until it stopped" or some such and not lose the rhythm. Just my opinion, and aside from that, I got nuthin but praise. :-)

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