Wordle #115 and Writing Prompt #165 “Collage 26”

Week 115

The steady whine of your smile
dismantles my nonchalance.
The house we share shutters
whenever the train passes.
Day after day we sit
face to face our knees
almost touching.

Every poem is Freudian
a slip of the hand, of the tongue,
of the ever-beguiling imagination.
When I was young
it was enough to be preposterous.
If only I knew now
what I understood then,
recognition has the effect of sedation.

I’ve a phallus instead of a soul,
and it longs to occupy
your leagues and corners.
In the attic our keepsakes
gather dust and whilst
we remember the moths
are growing plump
on our promises.

What perfidy that you,
so familiar, should remain so distant.
I linger as a rakefire, my hopes
smashed to sediment.
How tiresome, how heart-rending
that I should deface these doors,
dead on opening what
more could you ask of me?

I practice your loss daily
because I don’t think
I could bare to lose you all at once.
Why must I live
with such convictions,
with such self-deprecating paranoias.
Why must I miss you
when you are still here,
so close we could almost kiss.

Collage 26

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23 responses to “Wordle #115 and Writing Prompt #165 “Collage 26”

  1. Wonderful combination of the 2 prompts – this reads so easily, so well, with such fluidity, and yet within the words, there is a wonderful exploration of this relationship, as difficult, troubled or dark as the point of view narration may be.

    🙂

  2. Your writing is always evocative, and profound. They way distance and proximity merge into the haunting longing of the soul… you have captured it perfectly.

    Peace
    Michael

  3. “Every poem is Freudian
    a slip of the hand, of the tongue,
    of the ever-beguiling imagination.” Now that is an interesting thought! Really seamless work of prompts

  4. “Why must I miss you
    when you are still here,
    so close we could almost kiss.” – amazing lines, just the atmosphere and the way you described such relatable sentiments.

  5. I wonder when couples who have been together a long time (or even short…) start missing each other and thinking about that time when the other is in a different space. When their hair turns completely grey…when they start forgetting simple things… or when perhaps one of them has a wandering eye?

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