Fernand Léger, Breakfast, 1921 join Magpie Tales |
as I do
of love sudden and shocking
eliciting
the chatter of teacups
feverishly thrusting
into heated debate
can you find a moment
as you brush by
me and onto your routine
to take me,
breathless,
to the beautiful
we once knew
Rene ~ September 9, 2012
this is a little sad to me...i am rather hoping they find the time...cause that is def a wonderful dream...
ReplyDeleteyes. it is sad. I don't know why I went in that direction but that's where I was led to create this. Gotta follow the muse. :) And yeah, they have to talk. It's been a while.
DeleteFresh, original - and rather moving - take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Berowne. I appreciate you coming by
DeleteLife is all about breathlessness and rattling teacups! I love the sense of longing you've created through your words, Rene. Thanks for sharing. =D
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is, Linda. Thank you.
DeleteI sense the complacency of lovers, forgetting but not forgetting the sparks of beginning, now dampened by time and routine...wonder if the other will come to this realization before it's too late?
ReplyDeleteExactly. And I have faith that they will :)
ReplyDeleteSitting across from each other, at the morning table, and feverishly wondering where things went wrong...
ReplyDeleteIt's not so much the wrongness as it is that maybe things were too right, too comfortable which led to complacency and making do. I guess :)
DeleteTo the beautiful we once knew ~~ incredibly touching words.
ReplyDeletebeautiful composition!
ReplyDeleteThere seems to be a desire to make amends.That is something worth exploring. Give it a shot! Nice write Rene!
ReplyDeleteHank
Sex and Breakfast , Rene, beautifully original interpretation, thanks
ReplyDeletehow about taking him?
ReplyDeletehee hee loved it
Rattle his teacup...
ReplyDeleteso lovely, this. x
ReplyDeleteWith all due respect to all the feminists out there...sometimes a gal just wants to be taken :)
ReplyDeleteI like where you went with the prompt......nicely done
ReplyDeleteTerrific!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is pure poetry... :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely... one of my favorite for this prompt.