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    Doctor Oger
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The Sock Drawer - 17. The Dark Red

The Dark Red

The sweet wine tastes sour in my mouth. Just an hour ago I never knew the taste of ash. But then, I also didn't know she was that rash.

A furious girl, I am thinking.

Into wine and fireplace flames I am sinking.


Were you thinking then?

During the moment when

I once, just once, let down my guard

and you sank a dagger into my heart?

Girl, you are my grave, you are my gallows.

Watching dark fire, I'm taking more swallows.


This wine is not sour anymore, it is pain.

It's making my tongue sore, it's a throb in my brain.

How can you turn me on and then turn me away?

And how could I not notice this love's strange array?

How is it that before long our hearts went astray

and after a time there was hate underway?


Or was it? Was it really hate

that led you or was I just too late?

Hate or hurt, what made you hurt me back?

Thinking like this, I'm watching the black

creeping into the evening into this room

you left now, leaving the gloom

of solitary brooding and pondering with me.

But it's your face, not the fireplace, I want to see.


Instead of going to bed

I am drinking more of the red.

Will you think of returning?

While these flames are still burning

in this hearth I built for you, just you

and me, look, here's what we'll do:

Let us play pretend.

Let's climb to the stars and fly to Neverland

or anywhere else where time never dies,

where a timeless Love And Life for us lies.

Come, let us forget what we did

to each other, what secrets we hid

from each other, let us forget.

I will buy us a new set

of indestructible hearts to share.

Of them I will take the best care.

I will buy us of loves a whole stack.

I will do as you say, if you come back.

 

 

font>Thank you for the pointer, AC Benus.
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AC Benus

I admire the way this poem begins in a sort of stream of consciousness. As it moves along, it gets more and more poetic, and more and more determined for the poet to be what the lover wants.

 

That last part causes mixed emotions in me. On the one hand, 'Hurray for love,' but on the other, 'You'll be happy as her drone...' So, lol, you have stirred feelings for sure. Well done.

Doctor Oger
On 01/09/2016 03:08 PM, AC Benus said:

I admire the way this poem begins in a sort of stream of consciousness. As it moves along, it gets more and more poetic, and more and more determined for the poet to be what the lover wants.

 

That last part causes mixed emotions in me. On the one hand, 'Hurray for love,' but on the other, 'You'll be happy as her drone...' So, lol, you have stirred feelings for sure. Well done.

Stirred but not shaken.

The narrator is getting dizzier and slightly more desperate and pitiful until at last they arrive at something like bribery and "I will do as you say."

Of course it wouldn't make you feel good. It's a descent.

 

Thank you very much.

Lisa

Holy shit, Doc, this is simply beautiful.

 

What the narrator would do to get his girl back. But you hit the nail on the head with the feelings of hate and resentment and how our hearts turn away when the only feelings they have are hate.

 

I could read this over and over again. It really hit home. Brought back a lot of bad memories, so thank you for that. Don't take that the wrong way, please, sometimes it's nice to know you're not alone in your feelings. (Did that make sense? lol)

Doctor Oger
On 01/10/2016 04:52 AM, Lisa said:

Holy shit, Doc, this is simply beautiful.

 

What the narrator would do to get his girl back. But you hit the nail on the head with the feelings of hate and resentment and how our hearts turn away when the only feelings they have are hate.

 

I could read this over and over again. It really hit home. Brought back a lot of bad memories, so thank you for that. Don't take that the wrong way, please, sometimes it's nice to know you're not alone in your feelings. (Did that make sense? lol)

Yes, it did. :]

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