Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Magpie tales #48


Amicable

The sun goes down on
 this hot, sultry, summer night
our bodies wet with heat
and almost remembered love
You reach your hand across unsure
Outside the robin sings a song
I know
the coming to an end blues

24 comments:

  1. ah but it's only fiction Brigid..:)

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  2. your little stories always grab the heart

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  3. Oh, that's so poignant and well written. It went straight to my heart, Suz.

    "Don't look so sad, I know it's over..."

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  4. I agree with John, your stories do grab the heart.

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  5. What a sad, blue song. Hope love returns soon.

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  6. ...coming to an end blues... love this! Perfect poetic music!

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  7. I can see this couple, know how they feel.
    How do you do that?

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  8. Sublime - fully captures the inherent promise of intimate poetry. Exemplary.

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  9. your words take the breathe away...you are so blessed at entangling words....wow
    BlessYourHeartSuz

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  10. a lovely song could ease all the sweat and anxiety...

    lovely magpie.

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  11. Sad and lovely.

    (I couldn't help but think of the line "The night was sultry" from Throw Mama from the Train! hee)

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  12. Steve, thank you for your encouraging words
    I hate writing lovey stuff
    I like the deeper darker side
    that truly is
    the stuff of life and living
    and loving

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  13. Blues music is the perfect 'get into your head' tonic ... love this.

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  14. blues- the staff of life...love your poem

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  15. "Coming to an end blues"..what else but the blues for that moment..touching..

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  16. almost remembered love

    Sad, but true!

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  17. Poignant. I've heard that song, too. Lovely rendition!

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  18. there is unfortunately alwasy and end...lovely...bkm

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  19. ahh I loved thinking about sultry and summer here in the cold and winter...great little poem, hot!

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