Paris
by Bobbi Lurie
was your weary
rationale for leaving
it was gold leafed but flaked away
leaving my limp heart
my busy hands gluing us together
all my
frostbit reasons
my obvious restraint
you see: to be corseted away
caught in your ideas of enclosure
i was nothing but a hermit behind chintz curtains
while you remained charted in leisure
your daily dallying in the metro
rubbernecked enough to be with others
living in one of the new arrondissements
we both knew there were better feathers
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It all. The -- what I call -- "turns."
"i was nothing but a hermit behind chintz curtains"
"rubbernecked enough to be with others"
"we both knew there were better feathers"
A dazzling light show. Love that last line. *
Ann and Jack--
Thank you both for what you write.
Bobbi
I really like the way this piece opens, Bobbi.
An amazing moment here: "to be corseted away
caught in your ideas of enclosure
i was nothing but a hermit behind chintz curtains"
Wonderful.
Dear Sam,
Thank you!
Bobbi
Lovely, lovely, and daring. I tried to find a favorite line, but so many words and phrases jockeyed for attention: corseted away, gold leaf flaked, daily dallying. Peace *
Thank you, Linda.
Bobbi, So wonderful to read your work again. It is so strong: to be corseted away. I am struck by your movement from my to your to we in that incredible last line.
Thank you, Sara.
Bobbi
what a dream to be behind chintz curtains in Paris. mmm mmm
thank you Estelle.
Stunning poem, Bobbi, both in language and intent
Thank you, Susan.
Bobbi
LOve this all over again...
Bobbi, I like the reference to Paris being gold leafed but flaked away and the last line was really heartbreaking for me. The opening took me a moment to get but when i did i thought it was brilliant.