1.11.2012

Желаю Вам удачи

We bought wedding bands
from a Russian antiques dealer
whose window display was cleared
against thieves each night.

The bands were simple gold,
plus one carved with flowers,
presented in pink paper boxes,
all tied with a gold ribbon.

We sold the platinum ones
from the marriage that failed,
tarnished, for cheap, enjoying
a fine lunch on the proceeds.

He wished us the best of luck.
Better luck next time, we agreed.
Posted by Marian at 12:15 AM
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22 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 11, 2012 at 9:34 AM

    First, I must say that this reads like an unrhyming sonnet - and certainly nothing cliched about that, and I so love the idea of a ring engraved with flowers, and all it may suggest about a new beginning.

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  2. Old RavenJanuary 11, 2012 at 10:27 AM

    This is an excellent story. It is filled with a range of emotions (and no cliche).

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  3. Mary Ann PotterJanuary 11, 2012 at 10:51 AM

    A well-described scenario! Unusual elements here --- Russian antique dealer and lunch. Loved it!

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  4. Eden BayleeJanuary 11, 2012 at 11:00 AM

    After my second reading, this sounds like the same couple getting remarried for a second time. Interesting... ;)
    eden

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  5. Mama ZenJanuary 11, 2012 at 12:29 PM

    This reads beautifully! Lovely work.

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  6. LanceJanuary 11, 2012 at 1:01 PM

    I liked the subtle word relationships to the poem;s title.

    This is so unique. You did a great job.

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  7. Isadora GruyeJanuary 11, 2012 at 4:08 PM

    I like how you met the challenge with another cliche of wedding rings/ marriages. This is indeed a new perspective on a flower. Thanks for posting this

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  8. CameronJanuary 11, 2012 at 5:42 PM

    I read it like Eden did. Hmmm.

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  9. FireblossomJanuary 11, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    I dint see that coming. Really nicely done, Marian.

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  10. FireblossomJanuary 11, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    PS--it's all in the details, baby! And you do details well.

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  11. MarianJanuary 11, 2012 at 10:20 PM

    thanks, everybody. i rather like this one, too :)

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  12. Kay L. DaviesJanuary 11, 2012 at 10:49 PM

    "We sold the platinum ones
    from the marriage that failed,
    tarnished, for cheap, enjoying
    a fine lunch on the proceeds."

    It sounds like they went out together to sell the rings, then spent the money on lunch, together. I've never had a marriage fail in quite that way. It sounds so civilized and yet so sad.

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  13. MargaretJanuary 12, 2012 at 1:18 AM

    second time around? Very interesting twist.

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  14. hedgewitchJanuary 12, 2012 at 1:58 AM

    Very adroit and simple--and I like the spirit of not just survival, but passion for life that is able to let the past go, not grudgingly, but with flair and enjoyment.

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  15. Susie ClevengerJanuary 12, 2012 at 10:40 AM

    There is no cliche in this....joy risen from failure. Nice work!

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  16. MarianJanuary 12, 2012 at 12:52 PM

    :) glad you like it. thank you!

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  17. GraceJanuary 12, 2012 at 9:57 PM

    Nice story...great twist in the end ~

    http://everydayamazin.blogspot.com/2012/01/flower-of-love.html

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  18. MarianJanuary 13, 2012 at 12:21 PM

    thanks!

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  19. cosmos camiJanuary 13, 2012 at 2:58 PM

    A lovely story.
    Telling about the window gave me a great visual for the shop and its neighborhood.

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    1. MarianJanuary 13, 2012 at 4:45 PM

      aw, yes! thank you.
      also? NOW I CAN REPLY TO COMMENTS! WATCH OUT!

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  20. JinksyJanuary 14, 2012 at 5:27 AM

    An elegant response - most enjoyable.

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