Saturday, August 11, 2012

Forever Foreward







Forever Foreword 



there in the alcoves they stand
invisible to one another
each holding maps to their narrow lives
curvaceous, thin, all shaped in lace

there in the shimmering alcoves they stand
as the waiting web of the future begins to
spin
past flooded eyes rising with the tides
of the future as the past recedes into a
dotted dwindle on a homogenous horizon

there in the funeral flowered alcoves they stand
the same words trembling on lips
waiting to ricochet as they walk as one
onto an endless aisle-warp pulling them
forever forward 










13 comments:

  1. very lovely, and wonderful flow to your words....

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    1. Thank you Joanne - for stopping by and leaving such a lovely comment!

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  2. I get the sense of a conveyer belt existence from your poem. The repititive use of alcoves as waiting rooms meant only for entrances and exits is quite powerful.

    Elizabeth

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  3. I get that sense too, the alcoves, the repeated lines, all very effective.

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    1. Oh thanks Sherry - I kept seeing these alcoves as an infinity mirror.

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  5. This is gorgeous, Pearl, and not what I expected at the end. Well penned!

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    1. Awww Brenda - thank you! "gorgeous!?" wpw.. so appreciated. (btw noticed your FB posting of vacation pics - who knew our Queen of Wordle was so beautiful?!)

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  6. There in your words is a beauty in words, unsurpassed. The King of Hearts loves this love story!

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    1. Oh Walt ... What a wonderful comment. Thank you so very much. I know that we often resonate on a very similar wave-length :) I am delighted and moved that you enjoyed- thank you for sharing your thoughts here with me! :)

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  7. Pearl Girl, I would not have recognized the Wordle in these words, it rolled off the poetic tongue so gracefully. This is truly a poet's poem. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/10/hela-for-poets-united-think-tank-thursday/

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