Recollecting Unusual Positions
Simultaneously
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 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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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 !!
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
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.
swoons are for pussies and I thought you were a rat or something 🐀🐀🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛
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! 🙂
The way I see it...unreachable desires! Wanting to...but too far to touch. Dying slowly...with only memories of...love....lust? 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! 💜
I like and very much the way you see things .. thank you LIZ 💜
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.
.. maybe .. but in the meantime, many thanks for sharing your thoughts here with me n the world .. Neville
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
Bless you my friend .. Neville
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