HER RESTING PLACE.A Poem by Terry CollettA MAN THINKING BACK TO AN ADOLESCENT LOVE.You imagine she still lies there, still having made love has that satisfied look,
that we did it once more gaze. All gone now, all in former days.
The house has long been sold, others live there now; the bed long gone,
gone for scrap or firewood, at least that wooden frame.
You think on that peasant way she had, the lifting up of legs and thighs,
the brightening up of those liquid eyes, the play of smile upon her lips,
then love making over and resting side by side, that sense of we did it again,
a little adolescent pride. Death had her marked out even then you guess, cancer making plans
of conquest, ticking time, the clocks all set, an all off certain bet.
And yet, still you think her there, laying abed, eyes bright,
legs and thighs lifted, the lips pursed to kiss, all love talent gifted.
Gone now, some resting place marked and squared off for some to see,
flowers bought and laid, attention and respect paid; but where she's rested you don't know,
no last farewell, no last kiss nor given nor made, you're afraid. © 2014 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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