08-31-2023, 07:40 PM
(08-31-2023, 09:38 AM)Keith Wrote: We sat opposites at a bay window tableA strong piece. I am left wondering about what happened to these two, even caring about them, even though the source of the tension and conflict is never made explicit. I assumed a split-up, but the single phrase "our bags" points to something more complex.
waiting for breakfast after the bed
and for me to speak.
The anaglypta walls still hung to the 70's had to look up "anaglypta", but I take it it's an easily recognized word across the ocean; maybe should be capitalized?
as did the wipeable surfaces. this line was something of a letdown after the finely observed details and setup preceding it
Each setting had an earthenware vase
with a single dusty silk rose
that made me think of teeth
and castanets. I made myself laugh
but only inside. this stanza, also finely observed, strengthens in the increasing tension in the poem
You were avoiding eyes
as I closed one and lined
the curve of the vase
with the sweep of your hair, a startling and compelling detail
it was a perfect match. narrator defuses the tension, at least for himself, but reader senses something big is coming
I thought about telling you
but I knew the silence
was carrying our bags to the car my favorite line, the one that for me makes the poem
and eventually out of our home,
I took a piece of fruit for the journey. brilliantly done stanza, bringing into the open the unstated conflict between the two characters
I found it months later rolling around
the cars footwell, it had lost it's shine. piercing coda; "it's" should be "its"
TqB

