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| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1422 Registered: 11-2003 |
Doorways i We set off on a pact of our own invention. I bounced off the blue winter doorways of your eyes. We agreed we would not be coming back. We would fly through cloud, land feet first among broken spiral shells. Driving past pastures where cattle munched golden seed, I told you about fields of rape and white crosses that marked fallen soldiers. Caliban lay hidden in the lines of your face. Sometimes, his glittering eyes appeared those nights you held a gun under my breast and we played games of treason. ii The last songbirds on earth carried us down ancient roads and we followed signs no one had seen but us, in a language we didn’t understand. You conjured me for your own good purpose. I spoke to you in tongues, gibberish that only made sense when you picked apart the heart beats. The book I had written was closed, I had scribbled more than enough. Lost words scattered out the window of the car. You parked and walked a half mile back, snatching bits of letters with grubby fingers. You watched as I sat on the edge of the road and cried. I begged you to leave me alone, to let me finish reading the only journal I had brought. I concentrated on tearing apart pages and letting words fly off. You said we had to get going, we’d miss our train. We were almost there, we’d have to hurry. You said the summer doorways of my eyes were snapping shut. I promised I would not be long. | ||
| Karen L Monahan
Intermediate Member Username: klhmonahan Post Number: 494 Registered: 08-2004 |
Laurie, This is quite wonderful. Lovely, powerful images throughout. I really enjoyed this poem, and always look forward to reading your work. (((smile))) Karen | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1426 Registered: 11-2003 |
thanks so much Karen smiling right back at you xo laurie | ||
| Teresa White
Intermediate Member Username: teresa_white Post Number: 434 Registered: 01-2005 |
Hi Laurie, Hope this finds you feeling well! I truly enjoyed this poem --you're in fine form. Lovely, just lovely with a perfect ending. Best, Teresa | ||
| LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc Post Number: 3720 Registered: 07-2002 |
laurie, I've missed your words terribly, my friend. Thank you for this. Just lovely. "the summer doorways of my eyes were snapping shut. I promised I would not be long. " Wow. A strong finish to a strong piece. You doing OK? Email me. xo ljc Once in a Blue Muse Blog | ||
| Morgan Lafay
Advanced Member Username: morganlafay Post Number: 1229 Registered: 08-2005 |
Laurie, glad to see you are back, and with an excellent post. "I bounced off the blue winter doorways of your eyes.... "the summer doorways of my eyes were snapping shut. I promised I would not be long." Just beautiful. | ||
| Lazarus
Intermediate Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 711 Registered: 10-2005 |
Laurie- This cuts so close to the bone it hurts. There are those moments though, that we have to let go; for some it is not in our nature and we find a way, but it isn't easy. Great poem here. My favorite lines: I spoke to you in tongues, gibberish that only made sense when you picked apart the heart beats. “Something sacred, that's what they want” -Jim Morrison. From the movie “The Doors.” | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1428 Registered: 11-2003 |
Teresa, thanks my friend xo, missed you Lisa, I'm really fine, and shall do, thanks for encouraging my work. Morgan YEAH, I was missed and Lazarus this one has some things I'd sooner avoid, I was just reading advice from someone and dammit, but she said to look at Dorianne Laux's work and then "write a poem that frightens you" this poem frightened me because I really thought flying through the sky was an option for me peace laurie | ||
| Lazarus
Intermediate Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 715 Registered: 10-2005 |
So the 'Doorways' are to the things feared? This is very deep and subtle, and makes human-ness seem a very vulnerable condition. “Something sacred, that's what they want” -Jim Morrison. From the movie “The Doors.” | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 6186 Registered: 07-2001 |
reading the only journal I had brought. I concentrated on tearing apart pages and letting words fly off. this image and the windows above my favs, a strong theme. A poem for the short list if ever. Smiles. Gary A River Transformed The Dawg House December Fireweed | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1429 Registered: 11-2003 |
might be, not sure thanks L and Gary missed you and thanks, appreciate the kudos peace laurie | ||
| Dale McLain
Advanced Member Username: sparklingseas Post Number: 1687 Registered: 11-2004 |
Laurie~ I've been gone for a while, too and this was the first thing I've read on Wild in weeks. It made me glad to be back. Exquisite work. take care, dear~dale | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 6267 Registered: 11-1998 |
Good to see you back, Laurie, and with a great piece of work. Congrats on roping in Poem of the Week honors. We've missed you and been worried. Next time you leave for so long, drop us a note! | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1432 Registered: 11-2003 |
Dear Dale: Thanks--a journal emailed me that they'd seen work of mine on Stirring and they located my email addy through Wild, I figured I owed you guys. And M, thanks--I've been up Mike's and down Jake's. I figured folks would email me if they were worried, I had some personal things to attend to, and thanks very much for noticing. Peace Laurie |
