Wednesday, March 9, 2011

and soon i must depart




i fear, you will not choose again
to love me soon, as
i sit in neighboring chair,
and watch you
whisper and to her woon,
to her girlish passions
as if i was not here
offering me but a taste
of glass,  as you offer her your heart

and soon you will not choose me
and soon i must depart..

be now a love's memory, all
that's left of when
we first did meet,  when over me
you wooned and troubled
both time and taste; too chair
and soon you will not choose me
i now sense it clearly in the air

so soon i must be leaving
as for this, my heart, you
now no longer care, as once
you did , gone so soon from
when it was i that sat
in now what has come to be
 - her chair

bkmackenzie
copyrighted  2011.

Painting by artist :Hassam, Childe (American 1859-1935) Impressionist
"The Victorian Chair 1906"


15 comments:

  1. wow. not the place to be...what an arse he is too...

    by the way your poem from earlier has really stuck with me today...stellar...

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  2. This one is so beautiful....the sadness is eloquently weaved in the words....i feel i have visited another place and time....you have an amazing talend Bkm!! :-)

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  3. So beautiful in your own special voice!

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  4. "a taste of glass".......that captures the feelings perfectly! fantastic poem to accompany the painting. So romantically sad, bkm!!!!

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  5. Victorian in its prim agony, so much held in place with stays, formalities, conventions. A heart not allowed its "woon," the habit and habitation of love. How distant and wistful a land the heart's content must be to this speaker ... - Brendan

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  6. Very nice. I like the use of the chair.

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  7. A sad realization, expressed so well in the last two lines. When you put the verses and painting so close together, you most definitely feel a sense of sadness arising from the woman in the painting.

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  8. well expressed emotions.
    the image makes the word flow more real.

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  9. Love this one, Barbara, it was like reading a condensed mini-romance. Great for us busy people! A "wooning" moment:)!

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  10. Lovely write, but stinky occurence!

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  11. Barbara,

    Loaded with strong sentiments, so obvious from each word.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  12. Such a universal song of having to give up OUR chair to the next in line. Painful for sure. My time happened at a camp. Mike chose Debbie for the last dance and I was his girlfriend. I smile now but was devastated at age 14. :)

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  13. BKM, this is a sad but very thoughtful piece of writing.

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  14. beautiful poem about the sorrow of unrequited love

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  15. bkm - this is really strong and authentic.

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