What ifthis structure existsonly in my mind,these roomsin which I pacetile floors to carpetare of my imagining,our talks and lovemakingthe trussesof my dreaming-home,our silence and painbut girdersfor a grander scheme than we?If so, it will takemore than a craneto bring this baby down--
Late entry for Kim’s weekend challenge: BUILDINGS
Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden
Such anticipation and confidence in the strength of ideas in working out the impending structure. Great thoughts Marian!
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Love the way you've crafted this..so much said in so few words!
ReplyDeleteI love this!❤️ Indeed it wouldn't be easy to take it down!
ReplyDeleteAll the emotions woven into your poem would be a fine and soun foundation for any building.
ReplyDeleteour talks and lovemaking
the trusses
of my dreaming-home,.....Loved this
Very emboldened. I like the feeling of defiance in this.
ReplyDeleteLove the questioning of "reality"--and then the defense of same. Perception is reality. That's my story and I'm sticking to it--until something better comes along.
ReplyDeleteI love how you always come at a prompt at a divergent angle. From the opening line I knew it was going to be something special.
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ReplyDeleteI love the shift in tone at the end - from passive to aggressive. Was that intended? I probably mis-read this, but loved nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteLove this drift of an imagination.
ReplyDeleteDream on...
I like so many lines n this but especially:
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the trusses
of my dreaming-home Indeed. It would be impossible for it to be brought down.
Oh Marian, I am so sorry - I only just caught up with your poem! It's a wonderful take on the prompt. I especially love:
ReplyDelete'our talks and lovemaking
the trusses
of my dreaming-home,
our silence and pain
but girders'.
Oh ...yes.. perspectives and realities... sometimes, maybe, we all wonder....liked the ending very much...has got power in it.
ReplyDeleteStick to your guns...that's the ticket:)
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