remorseful cohorts
we burgle her
sharing our ill-gotten moments
while she sleepwalks
we break in
to dreams that make no sense
yet seem so real
we dread the same nightmares
of loving
of leaving
the toss of caution
and turn of backbones
keep us from comfortable positions
repeat offenders
we return to the scene
to exhume
our treasure
again and again
Author notes
Combination of prompts 2 and 3.
A contest entry
- Gravity: Love Poems Of The Saddest Kind by Fey Absinthe.
500 points, ended March 11, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like it alot...very "read between the lines"
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Thank you, Rose.
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I'm on my third read-through. Didn't like it on my first, but when I got to the end, something made me read it again. Effort paid off, light dawned! Good luck in the contest.
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Mairi, thank you for giving it another read-through. It is rather vague and laced with metaphors so I am glad it became clear after a few reads. The title sort of sets the stage, so you must have taken that into consideration when you read the poem again and that's probably what helped you to make sense out of it. I appreciate the read(s) and the applause. I'll return the favor later on.
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perplexing!
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Rollingzen, (great name) - thank you for the generous applause. I am assuming you liked it even though you said it was perplexing. I would be a bit perplexed myself had I not be the one who wrote it.
I appreciate the read.
Karin
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