They smashed their lives, and might have walked through fire
To break the union holding them asunder.
Yet ghost-like recollections of desire
Still haunt, and cause to glance, or gaze, and wonder
What might have been, had this or that not done,
Had hag, cliche'd and hackneyed Aphrodite
Been sacrificed Her due. Not She, the one
Descended into anguished lust almighty,
But they.
They blink, and separately come to.
It's soccer still. Their daughter's team wears blue.
And someone scored. They're winning, three to two.
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O my. i don't know anything about separation and divorce (well, unless u count being the lone child in the grade with divorced parents) but i felt this. viscerally so. as if i walked down that aisle. promised a lifetime. then the in betweens. & birthed those babies. experienced some other in betweens. helped raise those babies. and here...the separation...
you have me rambling. a sign that thisstruck a nerve.
pleasure reading you!
Wow, DB, a little "heavier" than usual. But, as always, so well done. So much content in so little words.
They blink, and separately come to.
Interesting choice.
Oh, Renatta. I just told Caroline Hagood yesterday, if you say it's a favorite, I'm afraid I have to live up to it. But... I do want to hear about being the child of divorce.
Hi tril. Yes, it turned really heavy when Aphrodite snuck in. She is not currently a welcome guest chez moi.
ladyslipper, thanks. I'm glad I was able to pull you all the way through.
And you too, anna1liese. I'm glad it translated to the printed word, and back again.
Hello ron griffin, and welcome! I enjoyed your post from a few weeks ago, "Bully the Calf". Thanks for stopping by.
PattyJane, thanks. Not perfect. But nice of you to say so. Thanks for continuing to read.
Consonants & Vowels: you're right, I've had my spacing act up also, when leaving comments. But I think you're talking about the move to a new line, for the new thought. I picked it up from THE Bard (the real one) -- he frequently has a character pick up the meter, mid-line, and shows it on the page with the spacing. It's very effective, and of course, it's a perfect conceit.
Thanks again, all. Thank you.