She sits in judgement like mayonnaise setting.
‘Mog!’ she utters with eyes of reckoning
slant with questions
dull with doubt
We held together
clung close and tearful
but the worlds we built
were arid
mouthfuls of discontent
Hereafter let dreamscapes guide you to perfection.
Let panoramas pulsate with fury
at the perils of being
One.
After all, the world ends not with a bang but a whimper… and so do many relationships.
I’m linking this to that wonderfully supportive group dVerse Poets Pub, which has become a much-loved second home for me on the web. The prompt was to write a poem in precisely 55 words. I only had to add the first line and this poem became just the right thing.
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Marina Sofia – Oh, this is really quite powerful. Even more so because you’ve expressed it in so economically.
Sometimes we all need to be reined in, right?
oy, yes they do…well passed their prime…and for many it is not a real surprise when it finally happens…that middle section on the worlds built of discontent def conveys what it needs…
Steady drip of disenchantment is exactly what I had in mind – thank you, Brian!
Endearing to each other can be wonderful or stormy. But that is the outcome of being one. It goes both ways! Truly said Marina!
Hank
Not an easy path, that’s for sure. Thank you for visiting and commenting, Hank.
“at the perils of being one”- that says it all. Thoughtful and well-penned. 🙂
Thank you – and hope you get your groove back soon!
Questions, doubt, arid words, discontent…it is unfortunate that so many of our relationships come this in the end.
Have a good friend, and after 45 years of marriage, is divorcing and reclaiming the dreamscape; what she calls “the power of one”. Been married three times, & in each case stayed single for 7 years; present marriage (20+ years) benefits from past personal mistakes; terrific use of the 55; thanks.
Yes, seems like my generation is now going through the divorce phase, so perhaps that influenced me subconsciously…
oh heck… it’s painful but often no surprise when it happens… the perils of being one…ugh.. sometimes it’s good to let go to be able to breathe again..
Of being one and being One. Sometimes we expect too much of a single person…
Such rich imagery.. Love the mayanaise metaphor
Thank you – maybe because I really dislike mayo…
I guess that when ‘the worlds we built’ are ‘arid’, it is time to turn the page, however painful that might be.
Or maybe the desert needs irrigation? I don’t know, wish I had the answers.
true, anti-climaxes predominate.
Generous helping of allit throughout.
Gosh, I hadn’t even noticed – your sharp eyes (and ears) always alert me to something about my poems which I wasn’t aware of before. Thank you!
The brevity of words is just the way to distil meaning. Well done.
I found that first line so evocative and brilliant I took a break before reading the rest. I like it.
Why, thank you, such a lovely compliment to treasure!
I needed a second reading to filter all the meaning from this. The 55 focussed the intensity of the emotion exceedingly well here. Well done.
Thank you, Sam, for your prompt. Sometimes we all need to be reminded that brevity is the soul of poetry.
Arid lands with the only hope of dark, enticing storms coming after the break.
Sorry I only saw this comment now – spam filter caught hold of it. Thank you for visiting and commenting. Sometimes the storms can be enticing, you are right, although in this particular case…
And what an opening line..a bit like ‘I write this sitting in the kitchen sink’..which I believe one of the prompt sites encouraged us to use a short while ago..magical write..
Thank you, that is a comparison I can but aspire to! Welcome to dVerse and look forward to reading more of you.
‘the perils of being one’ has a certain chill about it Marina, well done, liked this one.