Trilogy for Emily -- Poetry Is My Life

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Date Posted: 21:41:03 03/13/01 Tue
Author: Heartstarter
Subject: Trilogy for Emily

Prelude to a Play

You've sat there all night,
motionless at the table;
preoccupied fingers tapping
aimlessly against that chipped cup,
the one youd'e cut your lip on
about a thousand times.
Removed,remote...detached.
I know where you really are,
far away somewhere
close to Bedlam,I guess;
And looks like this time
You're not coming all the way back...
You spoke and I flinched,
a distant voice invading my thoughts.
You told me we were out of
coffee,
That wierd kind that smells old.

(A nod to Ann Sexton here)

Portrait

It rained that night.
Cold,hard,
Chill licking at the panes
like a solitary
kitten.
I only left 'cause
You just had to have
Coffee,
The wierd kind that smells old.
Could I have known
I might have seen
The shimmers of goodbye
In your glance;
Innocence closed its eyes
Just once
On imbittered breathing
Flesh and blood.
Coffee in hand,
I stood cold,
Wet;
I saw you there..
Looking as if you were
Still alive,
Your head bent
In attentive courtesy
Towards the smile
At your pulse.
Were it my soul
In your soul's stead,
It would be I
That hung
On the wall of your mind.

A Play in one act

They made me sit off in a corner
while they got you ready to leave;
Two big guys in two blue shirts.
all big-eyed concern up front,
but I could hear their whispers
around the flats of their hands.
They wondered how you ended up like this;
sitting at the table in our kitchen,
so cold and impersonal,
so impolite to our invited guests.
You had no comment to make
when they took you from your seat;
Hanging there in the arms of a blue shirt
you seemed ready for the dance.
They wondered again, aloud this time,
how a pretty girl like you got
caught in a pretty mess like that;
They kept throwing nasty glances my way,
and I could read the accusations
pooled up like rocks in the rims of dry eyes.
It occured to me that they had considered
what my role had been in your little play;
They did'nt know that I never knew
of your intentions to go on stage,
If I had, maybe I could have stopped you
before the final curtain fell.

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Re: Trilogy for Emily-Great!! -- Belinda Bell, 13:39:48 03/27/01 Tue