178. Poetry Wednesday: Civil War: Part 2
When we returned “North” this is what happened…
(The poem starts here: Civil War)
Civil War
Part 2
The North
His parents were away,
on the heat-heavy night of our return
on Eastern Airlines,
“number one to the sun”
and we were driven
to the frigid refuge of
his parents’ bedroom.
Then:
partially unpacked bags,
co-mingled damp underwear,
condoms,
Kools,
cold, white king-size sheets.
Skin tannned,
wearing our hair
and our watches
we slept entwined
until the light crept
through the Venetian blinds
and painted slats on our faces.
***Having some issues with imeem, please let me know if you hear the entire song. *** From the parallel universe of Yahoo
There is romance woven all through this, Sans. So beautiful! The picture of two loved ones locked together in sleep. AWWW!!!! Such bliss you have painted.
Tuesday March 4, 2008 – 03:27pm (CST)
Very visual, I like the line “and painted slats on our faces”. 🙂
Wednesday March 5, 2008 – 06:19am (SGT)
*smile* Raw emotions and passions of youth don’t change because of location…
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bostonsdandd wrote on Mar 4, ’08
There is romance woven all through this, Sans. So beautiful! The picture of two loved ones locked together in sleep. AWWW!!!! Such bliss you have painted.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Mar 4, ’08
bostonsdandd said
There is romance woven all through this, Sans. So beautiful! The picture of two loved ones locked together in sleep. AWWW!!!! Such bliss you have painted. The 2 kids who have run off to Florida and come home…
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pray the Venetian blinds open the mask for freedom for real?
thanks for having visited my link a verse on “floral musings”. http://shankarg.multiply.com/journal/item/50/2008-m046_-_Poetry_Wednesday_Floral_Musings_-_06_March_09_00_hrs_Chennai_India |
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lauritasita wrote on Mar 4, ’08
I think that’s the only poem I read so far (if I recall) with Steve in it where you captured a snapshot of a happier time together.
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starfishred wrote on Mar 4, ’08
Nice that you didn’t know what was to come. I only heard 15 sec. of the music.
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millimusings wrote on Mar 5, ’08
A trip down memory lane for Souci ….reminders of the flame…of passions and youth..great recall and beautifully expressed. http://millimusings.multiply.com/journal/item/327/Poetry_Wednesday_The_Old_Gas_Station.
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millimusings wrote on Mar 5, ’08
The artist or label that owns this song has not approved full-length streaming for our users. This is a 30 second preview. To listen to the full song, When ever you get this mesage under a song on imeem then you will only get a taste or maybe you would say ‘a quickie’ version.
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redheadgirl4 wrote on Mar 5, ’08
This is beautiful Sue! Once again, such a vivid mental image. I join the others in loving the last line, but all of it, again, creates such a scene of happiness and young love. Well done my friend as always. Big, big hugs!!!!
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sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Mar 5, ’08
The image of youthful adventure and abandon is vivid in this one my friend! Oh those “first” loves in life we always will remember so vividly! Love your song selection BUT I did not hear the entire song~just a snippet. Bravo!
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philsgal7759 wrote on Mar 5, ’08
Beautiful Sue though having a son this age I keep waiting for your parents to hit the roof
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Mar 5, ’08
philsgal7759 said
Beautiful Sue though having a son this age I keep waiting for your parents to hit the roof He was about 18? 19? No time to hit the roof, we got married. I was 19 he was 20—- and 1/2. Needed permission! Wait til you see what happens!!!
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