Mirage smiling, trickles of whimsy dissipating
words flicker, in and out
of a thinly grasped reality
mind, struggles to contain its quicksand state
there’s a wake theme, in our atmosphere
thick, like winter’s daybreak fog
winds hover, stilled
Time, simply relinquishes its need for restitution
‘…and yesterday, I managed
to finally, book those tickets!’
There’s a film projector in my eyes
its playing memory’s scenes
on her face: Director-less.
Eventually, managing
to somehow arc my lips
which she immediately mistakes
as indifferent, teasing
‘… oh don’t laugh at me
you know how Desperate, I was.’
Forcing myself awake, alert
I, reach-out and clasp
her nervousness: in skin warmth
‘I’m sorry, I got lost in my thought’s, again'
I tamely offer, as makeweight apology.
Looking, searching her eyes
as she gazes back, knowingly
her thin smile, relaxes
coathanger shoulders, give-in
to that gust of a mounting sigh,
‘It’s ok' she whispers, squeezing my fingers
'I just felt you drifting
so I was just rambling.’
We allow quietude, to invade
in our collective threshold
for fabricated, intimacy
wrap ourselves, in this moment
of stagnant emptiness
neither risking, this recaptured glimpse
at our forgotten togetherness-
a momentary note of gentleness,
‘… and here, are your starters
was it Tuna for you Miss?’
A stranger's voice, startling
us back to normality's, routine.
Fingers, untwine
survivalist face masks, morphed back-on
we resume our sway, surfing
our circumstances
with necessity’s living requirements,
‘did you manage to get good seats?’
I ask, amiably
so, we can resume
our tightrope routine,
and just, like that
this moment, becomes our latest
cliff edge, we manage
to escape…
© L. B. Mek
October 2021
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Relationships.... i saw the cliff edge once too often and took a leap of faith into happiness.
Nice writing, I particularly liked the scene changes.
attempting to capture those moments
where a couple - fight, their - imminent inevitable
trying to forge a bridge - back
to whatever brought them together, once...
(glad you could relate
thanks for the supportive comment Dusk)
What a beautiful moment you made
A beautiful recount of two
When images pass over the togetherness of two
A beautiful imagery woven dear poet
It was like a travelling a reel
Watching a beautiful scene
what a perfect interpretation
indeed, I was trying to capture
a specific scene
thank you!
for your encouraging comments my friend
How you capture the "catch & release" that comes with the emotional tugs of two adjoined, is just simply marvelous! - It is a very real love story, no fantasy. Good work, writer. I love it!
yeah, thanks for pointing out
the 'realness' quality I was trying to highlight;
too many times, when we write about love
we inevitably embellish
and lose the core simplicity of the moment's
we are trying to replicate and depict..
I like your 'catch & release' wording
of the fleeting emotions we go through
in such intense moments,
what an insightful and supportive comment,
thank you dear poet
To be both fair and honest, this has got so much going for it L.B .. more layers than an onion ... and I never shed a single tear throughout .. Thank you for those glimpses sir ... N
'both fair and honest
more layers than an onion
never shedding, a single tear
throughout..'
(ahhh Hyung
even your throwaway comments
put my toiled-over poetry, to shame
but instead of being jealous
I'm just left in awe
always!)
thank you
Dear Poet !!
this was the best para i loved.......
There’s a film projector in my eyes...
Very subtly expressed ! great way of penning !!
awesome!
I really gravitated to that line as well
it made me want to finish writing the whole scene
it was like, I had written
an abbreviation for the whole poem
in that one line
and I just needed to unfurl it, to insure
it was accessible to anyone..
thank you!
for relating and supporting, dear poet
a gift I shall cherish
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