1.23.2013

au naturel

I dreamed you were driving my car
like nothing doing.
You got in, shrugged and drove,
no big shakes.
As we tooled around, I got to wondering
what else you haven’t told me,
what other skills you might possess
and have withheld.
Maybe you’re an incurable epicure,
enjoyer and preparer
of sensuous food and libation,
wandering delightedly
silent on your moccasins
through vast rooted woods,
picnic basket swinging,
searching for the perfect spot
to wine and dine your perfect dish
before fervent lovemaking
au naturel
under an impassioned cinnamon elm.
Maybe you’d like nothing better
than to hike those woods
all the damn day long,
so long as the path ended
on a stretch of unobstructed beach
prime for stripping and skinny-dipping,
lolling on the sand
conversing with pipers and plovers,
thinking about how this perfect beach
could only be made more perfect
by the appearance of a shower
at the end of this rambling boardwalk.
Maybe there really is an open-air shower
at the end of the boardwalk,
and as you duck under,
allowing the cold water to rinse
down your body
in directed rivulets
like a ritual,
you realize that there’s something
you never told me
so you pull your perfect dish closer
wrap around me in this rain,
whispering in my ear
words I always wanted to hear.

Kerry asked the Real Toads to try Worldbuilding, or opening a small window on an imaginary world of our own original design, through words. I am so firmly entrenched in Middle Earth these days that I have no idea what I was doing here. But still, this was fun to write.

25 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this journey of wonderment so much, kiddo. Was it Frodo driving? I love the IDEA of the prompt - opening a window on an imaginary world. Cool.

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  2. This was more than fun to read.. It is a journey into possibility, and shows how we all have a perfect place inside our heads, and it is made by the heart that longs for the contentment of a whispered word and an arm on a rainy day... So whimsical, so tangible too.

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  3. Loved the journey through your world, so what were the words whispered in your ear :) enjoyed your poem.

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  4. Hey! You stole my fantasy world! How? ;-) Terrific write, Marian.

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  5. In the realm of possibility your poem awaits to see if it is true only in possibility.

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  6. funny how one persons dream is another persons nightmare

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    1. exactly the point. gold star for you!

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  7. It's probably best that this is a dream world--I don't think we're very well equipped to handle getting all our secret wishes and loves handed to us(assuming that these actually *are* the narrator's secret wishes and loves.) I especially like the craftsmanship of the way you build from a sort of every day feeling to a too-good-to-be-true euphoria, detail by detail. Enjoy your sojourn in Middle Earth--I go back about every three or four years for a needed fix.

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  8. Sounds too good to be true! I am just beginning with "The Hobbit"... I have all the books, ready to go :)

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  9. Wonderfully done, Marian. I enjoyed the ride, and the beach brought back forgotten memories, which I enjoyed as well.
    K

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  10. Ah this is a very pretty poem. I like imagining the shower. Lovely. k.

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  11. Lovely...I so like to travel to those perfect moments in my head. Charlie and I have been married so long I think we look at each other and think, "So this was my fantasy?" LOL You created such a beautiful world of possibility. Thank you for sharing it with us!

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  12. What a fun read - delicious!

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  13. Wherever this world exists, I want to be there.

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  14. I love the dream world ~ The ending left me wanting for more ~

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  15. thanks, lovely people. dreamy, huh!

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  16. This is flipping awesome! Nothing says "I love you" more than sharing intimate inside whispers.

    Love these:

    "You got in, shrugged and drove,
    no big shakes."

    "under an impassioned cinnamon elm"

    "lolling on the sand
    conversing with pipers and plovers"

    the ending

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  17. Yup, I could do with some of that! Great write.

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  18. "like nothing doing"

    Which I hear in your voice.

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  19. Marian, my prompt next week is about food and taste buds ~

    I would like to get a snippet of your poem and used it as an example ~

    Thanks ~

    Grace

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    1. sure thing, Grace. i just emailed you :)

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