Saturday, January 26, 2013

Media Poem for dVerse Poets Pub

Photo by DBDuoPhotos at dVerse 

While You Were Gone

We talked
We touched
We slid melting
Ice cubes over
Sweat slick thighs
While you were gone
We danced barefoot
To the little radio
In the kitchen
Ate chocolate chip
Cookies and licked
Crumbs off our faces
While you were gone
We laughed
Softly and hard
As the light fell
We sat face to
Face and fingered
With an unwarning whir
You returned
In blaze of light and
Blaring voice
And caught us
In reimpowered
Sixty inch eye
Shamed separate
we covered ourselves
And resumed
Our silent watch
Power restored

This poem was published in the current issue 65 January 2013 of BurningWord


  1. very the images in this..dancing barefoot to the little radio
    In the kitchen..great atmosphere and intimacy..and the power cut and sudden return...the personification of the power as well...really cool work

  2. goodness....ha...several impressions...first was being a teen (hehe) then in the garden of eden...but then i got your 60 inch eye...oh how it brings us under submission when the power comes back on...its fun to be free and powerless piece...

  3. This poem is perfect for the prompt. It's also a very sad statement. We give up life, to watch. Nicely done.

  4. Its fascinating what we do and say when there is no power and there is nothing that distracts us from tuning in to each other ~ Enjoyed this perspective ~

  5. It's perfect! And congrats again for getting it into this fine publication ...

  6. That's what I call making the most out of a power outage !!!

  7. That 60" eye still comes fitted with an off switch - we just don't use it often enough. Life is so much more interesting when we do turn it off.

  8. Wow, this is amazing. It makes me think about how we all feel more confident in the dark as well which is sort of silly- same looking, same person either way. But the TV is an odd thing. I have never understood why it is socially acceptable to sit and stare a blinking box haha. But I do love me some Seinfeld :)

  9. Oh boo! Turn it off again. That's where the fun lives!

  10. Ha, well it seems that in the dark was MUCH more fun! Smiles.

  11. it sounds like a lovely moment.
    love the way the poem builds to a solution