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One

2/3/2020

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​Two
old wooden deck chairs
sit side by side,
overflowing with soft pillows,
a blanket,
facing the misty dawn,
fog lifting higher through the pine trees,
the distant calm waters,
scents of salty air and forests.
 
One
steaming cup of coffee
sits alone
on the small table
between the chairs,
beside it a slender pen
keeps the place in the journal
that lies open
to an interrupted entry.
 
Everywhere
the taste of longing.
 
 
© 1 february 2020 phyllis boernke

I'm curious. When you read my poem, One, what was your experience? I don't wonder if you liked it or not. Liking is subjective. I wonder how​ you experienced it. Were you witness to it? Did you see the mist, the deck chairs, the open journal? Did you feel the softness of the pillows? Smell the coffee, the salty air? Were you standing to the side observing? Did you walk in, snuggle down into the pillows, watch the dawn as it came in, feel the mist on your skin? Can you feel the longing? Did that line evoke emotions - a longing for someone, someplace?

Maybe your reading of this poem was not at all as I have suggested. Maybe it was quite an impersonal reading of words alone. This is not a test of your reading skills or your ability to interpret the words. It can be an insight into how you witness scenes, events, people, feelings. It's an inquiry...... 
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Sue
2/3/2020 06:49:23 pm

This poem evoked such lovely images when I started reading it; i.e, at "Two." When I started to read "One," I FELT it, the feeling of being one, alone, solitary, and/or lonely. All of those feelings and emotions were present as I read through that piece, and it became both a visual and emotional response. The 'interrupted" in the last line of "One," spoke volumes of something happening, either internal or external either one. The closing was beautiful too since my experience with longing is that it can happen when either a "one" or a "two." Hope all that makes sense.

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candy
2/3/2020 08:38:58 pm

totally made sense to me.

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Phyllis link
2/4/2020 09:24:56 am

Sue, I'm glad that my few words stirred some reflections in you. Your insights broaden my experience. Thanks!

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candy
2/3/2020 08:37:45 pm

I loved being there. Seeing, feeling, witnessing the scene. The rising mist. The blanket offering warmth. My choice of chairs. Not really my choice. I felt I happened upon this accidentally, as if I was walking my dog through the forest and he bolted and in my attempt to find him, I walked in to someone's private life I love the poem and the spark igniting my imagination.

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Phyllis link
2/4/2020 09:20:41 am

Candy, thank you for stumbling into my world and feeling your way inside the images. Love hearing your thoughts.

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