Recollecting Unusual Positions


Recollecting Unusual Positions



looking down at her back

through the hull

of a glass bottomed boat

and up at the soles

of her feet and her skirts

from where he lay

in the gutter of some god

  forsaken city or other ..

Anyone watching

would have thought it was

magic, or witchcraft

or something entirely not

  of this earth ..

And they would have been

right of course,

since he was in the process

of dying alone

in that gutter, with just a few

fading photographs

  and a memory or two of her ..




  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2023 01:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: MendedFences27.
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  • Bobby O

    Not many things for me match the allure of the small of a women’s back. His visual thru that glass bottom perhaps represented the refraction of his life in the view if his own mind, the possible blur and magnification of the water as lens is allegorical and brings a tactile image of those last flicks for his eyes brings one to visit close. Your subject choice is always like a character within the pride you share. I love that. I’m not yet able to add that dimension to my lines. Major Nod to style !!

    • Neville

      I am certainly with you on the back issue .. I also have a thing about the aft of their knees .. Cheers Bobby, I owe ya my friend .. Neville

    • orchidee

      A fine write N. No, no need to bark, Fido, the title does not mean THAT - positions! But thanks for barking to warn me anyway, to save me from a possible swoon. lol.

      • Neville

        swoons are for pussies and I thought you were a rat or something πŸ€πŸ€πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›

        • orchidee

          I'm half guinea-pig - sometimes. lol. They are not hamsters in my pic. We should be very scared if they were - mutated giant hamsters! πŸ™‚

        • LIZ

          The way I see it...unreachable desires! Wanting to...but too far to touch. Dying slowly...with only memories You can see it, and you've tasted it, but it's unreachable at the moment. Magic, or witchcraft....both? Because let's be real, true love IS magic!! I enjoyed this one so much! πŸ’œ

          • Neville

            I like and very much the way you see things .. thank you LIZ πŸ’œ

          • MendedFences27

            Perhaps he died happy with his memories of her? Not to say that it appears his life had been ruined by his loss of her. Either way it's a great tale of lost love and what it can do to men.
            Drowning in a sea of woe, perhaps. This poem makes one want for the tale of their love. We do not know either of the characters depicted here. What are their other stories. Maybe a longer poem about these two? Enjoyed this one. - Phil A.

            • Neville

              .. maybe .. but in the meantime, many thanks for sharing your thoughts here with me n the world .. Neville

            • Sunsetmet

              Memories stay together even one thing that you love to remember and that's natures way of telling us what we are feeling and knowing our time will be up

              • Neville

                Bless you my friend .. Neville

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