Your house for the first time, not knowing what ; certainly not a kiss, hug or Good to see you-thanks for coming, although you asked me to come, and I'd said yes. I'd thought maybe a Hi ...
It's beautiful ~ I mean, at first glance, first impressions : beautiful. All the wood. Ceiling beams, picture rails, timber frames, the floor. The rugs so bright ; cushions, flowers, pictures ; windows, all that green ; the water ! I love this place !
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Knocking waiting anxiously. Marvin Gaye. Was this the right address, the right time, the right person ? Crazy doubts, no doubt. Footsteps, Hi !
Wrong of me to bring flowers ? I mean what was this ? Not a date ~ an anti-date ? I just hate arriving anywhere empty-handed. Makes me feel I'm there to rob the place.
Oh ! Aren't they beautiful ! I love them ! How did you know ? Kiss, hug, Good to see you thanks for coming ! Come in ~ we've been waiting !
All eyes and smiles. Hi ; half of them I think I know from by-lines, photos on the backs of books, tv interviews. I guess the rest are partners. Hi ...
The murmur resumes as she ushers me back to the kitchen. Now, which vase ? she asks. Would you like a drink ?
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I'm having a few people over on Friday night ~ why don't you come, and meet some of my friends ? You'll like them, I know.
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Hospital white. Can we go into the garden ? Are we allowed ? Sure we're allowed ~ would you like a coffee ?
( I'll check to see ( picks up the phone ) My friend is here ~ can we go into the garden ? No, she's not a relative ; she's my friend. Yes she checked in ... Ok, thanks.)
Another three weeks, I think. What day is it ? Did you bring any tobacco ?
They're ok. Only one, for murder, it was his wife. How've you been ?
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He's the guy I was telling you about ~ you know : him. No, you wouldn't think so looking at him, would you ?
Though they help me when you're gone
Look, here's Jan and Alvie ! Hi gorgeous ! Loved it, just loved it ! Congratulations !
I'm well aware nothing can
So they bought the rights ? No ! Really ? Wow, I am so happy for you. Both. How are the kids ?
Take the place of you being there
Well I don't think I've found the voice I've been looking for, you know ? It needs to be soft, but with that menace ... did you read ...
No other sound is quite the same
I told him, Things are done differently here. Either they accept that, or ...
as your name
... he was set up. Everyone knew except ...
No touch
... I can't believe you said that ! Ha ! This is is so ...
can do half as much
No, that's him. I don't know either. No idea.
Ain't nothing like the real thing ...
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I love your house.
Did you see your picture, over there ?
My god, you framed it ?
I love it.
You'd better get back to your friends. I need a cigarette ~ can I go into your garden ?
Just a minute, I'll check ... ( pretends to pick up a phone ) "Ok, thanks." She says, "Yes" ;-) ~ Can I come too ?
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I woke up in your house. The sun streamed in ; everything was quiet. My life had changed. Somewhere along the line, I'd gone from here to there. I don't remember when that happened. Maybe it was toward the end of a conversation I was having with someone I'd only just met ; when he looked up at me having refilled his glass and said, I can see why she loves you.
I hadn't known that.
I woke up in your house. It was raining. I made some coffee and sat by a window. You came in.
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You came into the kitchen while I was sitting reading a poem ; I didn't notice not at first there were tears in your eyes when you sat beside me
Looking up my hand my fingers went to your hair
waited for the words
Nothing's easy nothing's safe especially while we sleep or wake to an empty space we need to talk we need to say ...
but we're waiting for the words ...
There's a life behind me catching up and sometimes screaming past around my ears and headlong into what we have, together
Now, we'll make some tea - you had a dream, you said, and it left you scared - about ?
Us, you said. You. And were still.
Waiting for the words
We're waiting for the words
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You moved me Mr. Gamble and I don't know as if I like it much! ;)
The Marvin Gaye is brilliant.
Reading between the lines always gives a clarity not often noted.
The construct and the feelings are well drawn.
Moved you, Amy ? Like it or not, then it worked for me :-)
Hi zanelle,
Love that you like it ~ thanks.
It's in the eyes.
Go with the eyes.
Or heaving bosom.
The romance novels teach this is a sure sign...
Just lonely this evening.
This too shall pass.
Some much entwined is fine too.
Thanks, Just Thinking. I do know what you mean, I think. I hope you are right.
since anything I say will most likely be misconstrued, mocked or maligned.
Instead, I'll ask a question: Why the choice of brown for the lyrics? (Or is that perhaps burnt sienna). No idea how you even do it and maybe the color selections aren't vast but - I just think I would've gone with a deep purple or maybe a shade of teal. Or rich maroon. I like maroon, even the sound of it. Crimson. Crimson is nice too.
JT: You in a poetic mood tonight? Loved that 2nd comment.
Margaret c'mon. You know I'm not like that, anymore.
These days I can be trusted ...
The colour of the lyrics just happened when I pasted ~ I didn't mean it, but it's nice. Helps. I can use help.
I'm not too proud to say that.
Margaret, I think all of us could use a little help, you know ?
R
Now, I take it all back. I wasn't moved. I faked it all, Kim.. (and even if I was, it wasn't in the sick, perverted way you implied).
Now take your rusty colored prose/poetry (prosetry???) and go back to Margaret. She seems to like smarmy, tainted, dirty, implications. I don't!
I'm leaving now. I'm going to go read some GOOD woman writing over on Hy-Jules blog where there are NEVER any accusations of misconstuism, mockiphobia or malignlessness.
**flips my lovely dark hair, tosses my RED hat over my shoulder and walks quickly yet proudly away so that you can't stare at my quite attractive ass**
I wonder if any woman who has a man like you in her life, a man who can articulate these things in that way, can appreciate it as much as she really should. A very fortunate woman, indeed!
“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness”
This post reminded me of that, the beauty and inadequacy of words. We can forget how abstract a notion words are. The color I think Margaret was looking for was alizirin, prettier word than maroon, and one of the better staining pigments ;-)
Waiting On Words
Here now, too.
XXXOOO
Hel
Never wait for words...
Make them happen.
Hold on tight...know when to let go.
Marvin Gaye, perfect.
Blessings, Kim
PW
Covered the structure and fleshed it out some too.
Sparse writing has its effects.....
Cloud have thrown in some pictures to set the mood....
Like the apprehension building too.
My favorite line disappeared between there and here.
Something about being gorgeous at 6 am. : )
@ Margaret-- didn't even notice my rhyme, was trying to post before the electricity shut off again here...if I'd noticed I'd have gotten rid of the rhyme.
No poet here, just a crappy moment...er, moment or so (how many moments in a year and....? Oh, never mind.) It happens when the words sound good, but eyes....the eyes....
I trust the eyes more.
(And no, nothing like *that* going on...)
WAKE UP!!!
!!!!WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!!!!
Are you awake now?
I'll address Amy first.
@Amy. I suspect it takes a lot more than some pretty "posetry" to move you, deary. I'm thinking backhoe...emphasis on ho. As for your faking, no surprise there either. Beginning with that silly, lip-locked, cartoon-character avatar to your claims of "lovely dark hair" I'd like to know if there's anything about you that's NOT fake. What else do you fake, I want to know.
Wait, no I don't.
And how do you toss a hat over your shoulder unless you're wearing a Christmas stocking cap like Santa Claus? The only thing red about you is your bloodshot eyes. What are you doing up at 4 a.m. anyway, making fun of me and my many shades of red including but not limited to: vermillion, scarlet, cinnabar and cerise.
What color is cerise. Kim, what shade of red is that? I think I'm going to change my name to Cerise.
"She seems to like smarmy, tainted, dirty, implications." That's the only true thing you've said about me, ever. Except delete the "implications" part.
although, it reads different now, so either he's tweaked it, or I'm in a different mood. That one (when first read) gave me nightmares :( for weeks.
*watches Amy's ass leave...and Amy of course...not just her ass*
hyblaean- Julie
MAY 16, 2012 02:11 PM
I'm pretty sure that Kim is her pimp, so she's prolly just dropping off the $1.75 she made from the entire night of street walking.
(he's mean too... She even has to turn over the quarter tip she got!)
Let me say this, it is a quote from Father Aruppe that was read at my wife's funeral Mass: "Fall in love; stay in love; it will decide everything."
Margaret Feike
MAY 16, 2012 02:14 PM
Better to hear that, than some of the disgusting noises that come from your saggy ass, toots!
(BTW, Margret... Doesn't it bother you having your ass hitting the back of your knees all the time?)
*sob*
I was having a crappy moment.
to offer up the deep
with both hands”
Ani DiFranco
HUGGGGGGGGGG
And that's all it takes for the transformation which there appears to be many of in this creative piece. The between the lines effect unfolds beautifully 'waiting for the words '...
Jeez, Amy, don't let the door ... :-)
Hi Linnnn. The thing about writing is we have time to compose our thoughts, unlike conversation, is it.
I like to think this person & I have a mutual understanding when it comes to long pauses ;-)
greenheron, I don't remember but I love that line, thank you.
Bloody alizarin. How many good shirts have I lost to that stuff ? I don't even like it ~ at least mulberries taste good !
Erica, hi. I just tried reading this aloud ... dunno. It isn't a poem ; more a ramble back & forth in a piece of time :
the centre piece is an asylum ~ not something I'd share with anyone outside OS.
But thanks. I appreciate it.
Hi jls.
It's broken, I know. Like I said to Erica above ... it goes : turning up ; looking back ; the party ( the Marvin Gaye/disjointed bits of people's conversations part ) ; the aftermath.
I'm glad you read ; thanks for being here ; so far it's a happy ending ~ that was maybe 10 years ago, & it's tomorrow night too ...
Hi helvetica. Wait a bit.
The subject & I are coming from different places. Call me the tongue-tied one, though she's a full-time writer & I was voluble.
Me neither. Whatta-can-you-say, eh ?
asia you put your finger right on the conundrum, thank you.
Could have saved me a lot of words ;-)
Chicken Maroon, thanks but I thought you were the resident go-to pigeon-hole person. Me I get claustrophobia in those places.
Maybe I need another persona to go completely nuts in.
Whichever, sometimes it just comes out like this, or I'm already someone else. Damn my brain hurts. But thanks, mister.
Thank you Ande. Impeccable advice, on all counts.
Hi Miguela, thanks for visiting. Having read some of the comments, I hope it rewards a second read.
Blessings to you, Poor Woman ; wisdom & grace, you are.
Hi trilogy ~ thank you ! I'm glad you enjoyed.
Mission, I'm glad it got you. I toyed with the idea of a picture, or music ... amazing site, this, that we can do such things ... but went instead with just words ~ & the lack of them. Glad it worked ...
JT, Jan 28, 2010 :
" ...you have to know no-one has a business to look this beautiful at six in the morning but it's effortless for her somehow she just wakes like that" ~ that one. She. Same one.
YES MARGARET I'M AWAKE. THANKS. Jeez I don't know what I'd do without your comments to wake me up.
I notice there's no coffee, or toast though.
Getting a little tardy, I think. Mind on other things, perhaps.
Thanks for the link, Julie. It was called Abattoir.
John these people are nuts.
Thanks for the quote ~ beautiful.
Amy stop it. Margaret can't help how big her ass is.
Hugs, Linda, & thanks :-)
Hi Scarlett. Thanks, I'm glad you read. A bit confusing maybe but I'm glad you took the time.
Hi Pandora, & welcome. Please excuse some of the loonier ones on my blog tonight. Good to see you.
Hi ! Good to see you ! Flowers, for me ??!! Come in, the others are waiting ; no need to be nervous ...
I say that's a sure sign you're a goner (as if there weren't plenty of other signs around here already... : ))
I just reacted as I did because of something I had read on another site. It was a discussion of the 2012 summer fashions being brightly embroider peasant blouses and colorful skinny jeans.
It just so happens BOTH of those fashions look absolutely MARVELOUS on women of Mediterranean extraction (ESPECIALLY us Sicilian chicks with lustrous, shiny, dark hair).
OF COURSE, the pasty faced, bottle blondes (of which Margaret is a poster girl) started in on how they would all look fat in these sort of clothing.
So I admit to reacting badly. It was merely my reaction to Mad Dog Margaret and her Merry Band of Burqa Wearers getting on my nerves.
P.S. Why do "heavy", pale ass, Anglo women (like "Madge") have to be so mean? It's not my fault that she's not a Med Princess who looks FANTASTIC in loose peasant blouses and tight skinny jeans (both in a bright, fun colors that high light the glow of our lovely, natural skin tones).
That's ok, Amy. I don't worry about women faking stuff ~ never been an issue, really ;-)
I must say the lustrous hair & peasant blouse & jeans appeal. Not in that way, relax.
Hi Joan, thank you.
All is swell until, like that scariest of scary scary scenes in Jurassic Park (kids are trapped in the stalled car w/the lawyer) one hears a THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The ground shakes, the puddles do that ripply thing, the THUMPS get closer, there's a pause, then an ear-shattering roar and.....
Heeeeeeerres Amy. Teeth gnashing, giant head thrashing from side to side, big tail swinging back and forth, destroying everything it hits.
And just like that, there goes the neighborhood.
Amy, I look just fine in peasant tops and colored jeans. I also look just fine in those silky tie-dyed pullover shirts with the big sleeves, one of which I just purchased.
And my ass may be pale but it's not heavy.
I only think of two things when I picture Sicilian chicks: olive oil and mustaches. Now I don't know what your relationship with olive oil is and I don't care to but why don't you go wax your 'stache, shave your hairy legs (if you can bend over far enough to do that), and relax with a nice fat-free Italian ice instead of an extra-large pizza and a dozen cannolis while you watch Jersey Shore reruns and fantasize about Snooki.
P.S. You wouldn't believe what I wear under my burqa.
"Nothing's easy nothing's safe.."
i wanted to have a lie down with those words for just a bit... or maybe hold hands with them and give a gentle squeeze... perhaps whisper a secret in their ear...
I didn't know that peasant blouses and colored jeans came in your size. "Hulk" sized tops and 42 Extra wide jeans like you wear must only be available in Ohio.
BTW, that "silky tie-dyed pullover shirts with the big sleeves" that you bought? The rest of us call those Muumuus. Are you Hawaiian or Samoan perchance???
As for body hair & olive oil: You really should shave those pits, hon... The Sasquatch look is SO dated), I have undergone a serious of full laser treatments. I have nary a hair below my neatly plucked eyebrows. (unlike the "Yeti" look you're sporting).
The olive oil comes in to play from certain of my Sicilian relatives. They are importers and *ahem* business men of sorts. Perhaps I should have my Uncle Guido make you an offer (that you'd be wise not to refuse). 'Sides... Kim prolly could use another $1.50. That IS what you charge for a night, isn't it?
Kim: Thanks so much for that, may you keep feeling that way yourself.
: )
Had to come back and read this a few times; waiting for the words to come. Tremendous, really, although the slaughterhouse piece as Julie calls it is hard to top, in its own way.
Not having read the first one, don't know how this compares but reading it is something like looking through a kaleidoscope, all those pieces changing & rearranging with a turn of the wrist. Very visual feel to it. And movement too in fits and starts, it has an unsteady feel. Very nice, works really well. Lucky woman. Beautifully done.
Isn't it.
others ...
brought tears ...
Still ... as they are now ...
tears ...
fullness and knowing and pause ... perhaps ...
how many knowings ...
how many unknowns ...
perhaps all the smiles ...
between ... the tears ...
perhaps ... still ...
only me ...
moments of knowing ...
sometimes ...
all ...
even as ...
we wait ...
how beyond lovely ...
to know ...
you are there ...
how beyond lovely ...
you are ...
You should write for small Chinese people.
It happens I live in a part of Sydney ( capital of Austramelot ) called Manly, & a part of Manly ( I kid you not ) called Fairy Bower.
We have all kinds here, up to & including Chinese, but mostly Fairy Penguins ~ http://www.ourmanly.com.au/Travel/did-you-know.aspx
lorianne, thank you.
Amy,
There's no need to favourite either you or Margaret ~ no-one on OS could possibly miss you. I rated ( I don't remember if I commented ) your last post, about EPs. I agree with everything you said, btw. I think I've said more than enough about all that, here.
Hi JT :-)
Thanks, Margaret.
Hi Jali ~ good to see you again. Winken, Blinken, & Nod too.
Helvetica :-)
Thanks, anna1liese.
~Cyn~
Marvin & Tammi Terrell : http://youtu.be/svAs-6MiqxE
... Susan !