We whispered, “love” with lips sewn shut
bold fingers went where eyes dared not.
If only tongues had danced as hearts had sung!
It would be my hand that dazzles so.
First sight’s love has withered now,
Trampled by our dancing crowd.
We watch it rot like those bouquets
that snuck their way in coats and bags.
Umbrellas, violets, coffee cups—
they scream your name as I stay mute.
Is she so beautiful? I ask these precious things.
No. She merely spoke when I would not.
Author notes
I let a mutual love go unspoken. Afraid of killing a friendship, we both remained silent. Circumstance separated us. They found someone new. I don't bother regretting because I know that it's pointless. It's just rather painful to think that anyone that I am with now could only ever be a second choice. I hope I can move on as he did, but sometimes I wonder if he really has. As always, I don't expect I'll ask.
The painting is The Boating Party by Renoir. As pointed out in the film "Le Fableux Destin d'Amelie Poulain" I think that the most intriguing part of the painting is the lone woman in the white orange-lined dress. Sometimes I think her thoughts mirror mine. Or yours. Depending on who is looking at the painting at the moment... >.>
A contest entry
- I have Fallen... in Love by WhiteGirl.
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Comments
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I loved the poem, it has wonderful word choice. Each word is so well chosen. Im a big Renoir fan too I enjoy your notes. Love unspoken is very hard, I know the feeling. Nice Write. I love the first line!
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