Sunday, February 16, 2014

The space of the things gone

There was so much of you in the heat last night
my senses wouldn't let me be.

A light in a window somewhere kept me company,
I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.

You spoke to me from the future
and I told you not to come

for I dwell in the taste of all things past now,
while you belong in the space of the things gone.


(a poem in four hands, the other two rest here)

16 comments:

  1. I wonder if this comment will also be eaten by blogger, or if I'm blocked, or if that's just how it goes - a bit of mystery, with every line rife with imagery ~

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    1. I love having you around, I'd never block you, grapeling! I'm sorry your previous comment was eaten by blogger, it happens to me too sometimes, especially when I have written the longest comments and because I'm a woman I feel like crying (you guys probably just curse!).

      Thanks for insisting, I'm glad you did. Yes, this is a mysterious poem, and TB and I have different readings of it (mine, originally sweet and feminine being erased by his, slightly erotica and masculine after I heard it).

      Thanks for stopping by. <3

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    2. I see now that you have moderation on - didn't know that before. Always "happy" to stop by ~

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  2. Sensual and wistful at the same time. That's not a usual combination, but it really works here! Nice!

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  3. Taste versus space, I have read that again trying to understand. But there are reasons to let someone go even after they have seen the light.

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  4. I love the title and words full of things that could be ~ Good to see you Kenia ~

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  5. Like the light in the window representing another insomniac.
    and the phrase I dwell in the taste...


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  6. Just amazingly beautiful and poetically pleasing, Kenia. Those last four lines will break my heart over and over with each reading.

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  7. there is a sad longing feel to this ...the words ring of what could have been...

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  8. seems no moving forward here, only looking back, wishing, maybe. this just leaves me feeling lonely.

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  9. Hopefully we will be manage all times in one in future...:)

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  10. I like that twisty closing four lines.

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  11. Trapped in memories....a sad place...beautifully written

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  12. There seems to be an uncanny feel of despondence. It reflects on the true feel where good poems can affect emotions when read. You've achieved it here beautifully Kenia!

    Hank

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  13. deliciously melancholy - simply told, but so much feeling is trapped in these eight lines!

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  14. This may be the most astute look at things past that I have read Kenia, and one that so many would not be able to see, destined to let a few nostalgic moments turn into one more trip on the merry go round. Love that I have been seeing you around the garden again...its a place where you belong I think.

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