She would do
Make do
A shrug as you count and find
Slightly wanting.
Nearly there
Almost perfect
Rather very but sufficiently nice.
Vainglory flows from the cups we have shared.
Satiated and plump, we each go our way.
We shape this damp shroud between us
We cast it pearls to rummaging snouts
We batter some life in things long left dead
We scratch our wounds raw.
After the party
We linger and drain once-intimate gestures
of meaning, magic and trust.
Empty cups, vain promises,
Hopes unsated, we just miss.
Reblogged this on Of Glass & Paper and commented:
Disappearing dreams, perfection in another world?
Parallel universe maybe? Thanks for reblogging, you are always so great at sharing other people’s work!
I like the sense of longing and melancholy the poem awakens.
Thank you – it started out as quite a cynical exercise and then it changed…
love it!
Why, thank you!
There’s an inherent sadness here, Marina, it has made me feel a tad dejected – so if that’s what you were after, it worked 😦
Sorry, Polly. Will try to write something more cheerful next time!
heh-heh, don’t apologise! It’s wonderful 🙂
I love it! I don’t know how but it really does speak to me 🙂
We batter some life in things long left dead
We scratch our wounds raw….ugh…raw emotions in this… and the ships departing in different directions speak a clear language as well…sad when this happens..
I agree Marina, this poem has such a sense of longing and melancholy…”we just miss”. Nicely done.
nice…i like the descperation in that last bit…on how we try to make it work in the after but fail miserably…because still we miss….nice nod to pearls before swine as well…
this made me think about missing someone who has changed, taken different directions…. wanting desperately for a relationship to work with someone who is on a unchangeable route (this is how i interpreted it anyway! apologies if i don’t geet it quite right!)…a real tough poem here…raw and emotional
So near and yet so far…
i very much love the “we” in this poem. wonderful work.