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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
[time] => 2014-07-19 00:44:36
[hometext] => Addressing the gulf of the poet and those who are not
[bodytext] => My wife sits in yonder room-
so torn am I- my time I cannot split
and be two.
My heart bleeds and feels and weeps
more than Noah ever dreamed-
this lopsided life I can't seem
to reconcile between.
Her vehicles?
Movies.
Are they pleasant to watch? Entertaining?
Yes, I suppose that's so-
but what can a movie offer, how strong the hold?
Tell me- I want to know.
Held side by side-
My poetry pouring, streaming out,
my soul giving- touring this life,
emotions movies can aught
but attempt to convey-
birthing poems or watching paid people-
what's more of value?
Need I say? (Pausers, please go away.)
Her world is viewing- mine is feeling;
I love her no less, my yin to her yang.
She steals her moments through actions
of others-
I?
Not content, indeed I rage
against
such passive absorption.
So it remains, this imbalance 'twixt us-
here, (and only here) can I discuss
a gulf not small sitting beside
the Grand Canyon's maw-
that gap, that mighty gash in the earth
't would be rendered pitifully small.
She loves me as much as understanding me not-
I love her in kind;
my life raft, my piece of wood
I cling to against the tide of this life-
this woman, my Linda, my treasured wife.
[comments] => 5
[counter] => 342
[topic] => 75
[informant] => invierno
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
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My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
Contributed by
invierno
on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 12:44:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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My wife sits in yonder room-
so torn am I- my time I cannot split
and be two.
My heart bleeds and feels and weeps
more than Noah ever dreamed-
this lopsided life I can't seem
to reconcile between.
Her vehicles?
Movies.
Are they pleasant to watch? Entertaining?
Yes, I suppose that's so-
but what can a movie offer, how strong the hold?
Tell me- I want to know.
Held side by side-
My poetry pouring, streaming out,
my soul giving- touring this life,
emotions movies can aught
but attempt to convey-
birthing poems or watching paid people-
what's more of value?
Need I say? (Pausers, please go away.)
Her world is viewing- mine is feeling;
I love her no less, my yin to her yang.
She steals her moments through actions
of others-
I?
Not content, indeed I rage
against
such passive absorption.
So it remains, this imbalance 'twixt us-
here, (and only here) can I discuss
a gulf not small sitting beside
the Grand Canyon's maw-
that gap, that mighty gash in the earth
't would be rendered pitifully small.
She loves me as much as understanding me not-
I love her in kind;
my life raft, my piece of wood
I cling to against the tide of this life-
this woman, my Linda, my treasured wife.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2014-07-19 00:44:36]
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Re: My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
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by jyssvw22 on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 08:10:23 AM AEST
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| I would encourage you to relax and go watch a mindless movie with your wife. There may come a day when you would trade all the poetry in the world for just that movie time. Go away from your writing and enjoy something out of your comfort zone. |
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Re: My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 11:38:57 AM AEST
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just my opinion and we all know what's said about those lol, -seriously tho
i believe you are putting pressure, too much of it, upon yourself to write and
although that is good- a driving force will at some point run out of gas, where
instead if you carry a notebook and pen everywhere with you- indeed poetry
will ever flow, i hope that makes sense,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 10:11:55 PM AEST
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I was about to offer some unsolicited advice also but Nessa & jyssvw22 already did an awesome job on that point. I might add to jyssvw22's comment and that is, you may wish for more of her if she was gone tomorrow and ask yourself, why didn't I spend more time with her watching the mundane.
This poem is obviously a brilliant success, though, so I dub thee the Poetry in Action king of the day. It stirred a lot of emotion up in me and even though they may not have been great feelings they were feelings nonetheless.
*applauds* |
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Re: My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 10:47:43 PM AEST
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well this sounds like a letter written
never intended to be sent
And reminds me a lot about my own wife and me, she's the smart one as everyone who knows us including me happens to think
She too is into Iphone, facebook publication,
and movies and such... and I do sometimes feel so lonely
And I sort of do like to write these silent lines to myself looking for my own warts, aspirations, so many things I miss --- oh pshaw.. she might intone, but it's a luxury you see doing so on this poetry site!
I often muse to my dearest wife, let's watch a movie, whatever you like together, and there I go again so fast asleep.
Thanks Invierno! LOL,most definitely I share this tiny piece of your world. Definitely my wife my love my friend is definitely the bridge to a better me, I see this more and more. I mean
truth be told, he still doth appear to learn.
Peace!
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Re: My Wife Sits In Yonder Room
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by Invierno on
Sunday, 20th July 2014 @ 09:15:25 AM AEST
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I know I'm not supposed to comment own my on stuff, Dearest Wise Moderator. As such, I will keep this short with a dispensation request.
I add this only to clarify and partly in defence, I suppose.
My wife and I are very different people, and that's why 'it' works so well. She does not read at all. I read voluminously. She doesn't enjoy poetry- I dabble in it. In short, we allow each other the latitude to be ourselves, and from this mutual granting, the time we do spend together is of the highest calibre and quality. I spend quite a bit of time in front of the telly, but my condition is that I not be subjected to drivel, and will only watch what I consider to be worthy of my time. (not arrogance here- time is my most valuable commodity, after all). She happily concedes to my control of the remote when I sit with her. (Trust me- the other seven or eight hours are hers to choose and pick freely, so no skin off her nose, eh?) This poem is just a voicing to one aspect I wish we would share, and my sadness that we don't. She has TRULY, TRULY taught (voicelessly through unaware action) what real love is, and should be. She is my third (and last) wife. My first two marriages failed in part because I didn't know what love REALLY is.
If you leave this up, I am grateful. If you pull it, I understand. |
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