april of never
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April is over, four warm weeks
without repose, the hazy hues of dying summer
bathe our bodies as we sleep, and wake, and breathe.
Our words, full against our mouths, unable to express
the luscious intent that shelters the nights,
fall short, stumble while we trace idle paths
down the blades of shoulders, linger on impatient skin.
From barred windows, we lose count of the faint,
dying glow of stars; satellites will soon displace
sinuous promises we vow never to break,
our fingers twine like devoted creeper, growing
into each other, your sigh synthesized into mine.
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a love poem, a vignette, memories of Aprils past. as always, comments are welcomed.
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Lovely PB, as usual.
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This is a little more sentimental and calmer than usual offering from you, peebrain.
Your poems have mostly been rather stormy, I thought.
Barred windows - Kind of makes me think of old fashion type of hut windows. Any particular significance in that? -
Love it peebrain!
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one of your rare tender pieces, peebrain. like it.
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Nice stuff PB.
I tght the later half of this piece is rather 'twisted' but I liked that. Life's not ordinary sometimes. -
nicely-composed poem
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Lovely.... i loved it! brilliant choice of words .... think that brings out the undertone of "promises we vow never to be break" were not meant to be / last amidst the sentimentality? nostalgia for a romantic event in the past came across clearly and i thought there was almost a note of regret for that moment that has passed....
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I'm glad you guys liked it -- sorry haven't been coming to the board that often, so imagine my surprise when this thread generated quite a number of replies!
Liz: the image "barred windows" was a reflection of the old HDB flats, where window grills were looped in geometric designs, unlike the criss-crossed patterns seen in modern flats.
Depending on how you view it, these barred windows can be either a symbol of enclosure or sanctuary.