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Thursday
19Jun

Summer night

DateJune 19, 2008 at 13:19

she sits on the patio and smokes

inhaling and exhaling     with deliberation

remembering that summer

savoring the taste     of  it      of  him

stirring      her feelings

turning over    and sparking

like the embers     smoldering      in the fire pit

like the diamond ring      winking in the fading light.

 

dusk slips quietly toward night

the mosquitoes are out     for blood

but as her cigarette traces

arcs of loneliness      in the dark

her eyes are on the fireflies

twinkling in the deep green     shadows

signaling to the world

they are looking for love.

June 19, 2008

AuthorVeronica McCabe Deschambault | Comment11 Comments |
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savoring the taste of it of him....


scent and taste, two of my favorite memories...

Beautiful V.
June 19, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterClaudia
wow ... I looked for who the author was (after you've introduced me to so many poets in the last few months) and then realized it was you. You make me see and feel all that's written here. Amazing writing. You truly always amaze me how you do that with such few words. It puts your work in a different league. A book of your poetry is in your near future for sure.
June 19, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterShirley
Love this, just love it!
June 20, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterDi
My favorite of your poems to date -- it's great.
June 20, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAP in UK
That is exquisite. I like your use of spaces between the words, which I presume are meant to be small pauses. It is an interesting way to set the cadence without having to resort to " ... "

If you haven't already, you should marry your poetry to your arts and crafts. I can picture the result, and it would be a welcome alternative to Hallmark. :-)
June 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterOrtizzle
Pulling me in with yet another visual escapade.
June 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterTera
You seem to be following a thread here. I hope you are thinking of putting these poems into a book. They work so well together!
June 21, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterpepektheassassin
Delicious. I love,love,love "...her feelings turning over and sparking..." and " her eyes are on the fireflies twinkling in the deep green shadows" Perfection.Quite simply perfection.
June 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnnieH
Thank you for all the kind words and encouragement. It means so much to me.

This piece started with the image of the fireflies and a sense of nostaliga for lost youth,lost love. Then I "saw" the woman and suddenly the poem became a study of the play of light and dark in her world, in her heart. I think she has more to say to me...

Ortizzle, this marks the first time I've experimented with word spacing. I wanted a pause without a comma, a break without a new line, a sense of thoughts surfacing and turning over.

Pepek, yes, there is a theme pulling through my recent work, uniting the different characters. I'm still not sure where they're going.
June 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterV-Grrrl
Beautiful, sad, and inspiring all at once.

(BTW, it doesn't matter what size envelope it comes in, V. I just need to torture Neil with the fact that I got one and he didn't). :-)
June 22, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJane
Jane,

I may have to buy something special just for you. :P
June 22, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterV-Grrrl

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