Thursday, September 3, 2009

AFTER YOU


Now that you are gone, I wipe
mango juice from my table,
fold up the crinkled stories
Three potatoes on the windowsill
begin to send out roots
from their sleeping eyes
I dream that I begin to travel
but the moon stops me, flicking
its bright coins against my mirror
Poems litter the path
where we walked, and all my clothes
are stained with your laughter

Ruth Goring

Ruth was the August winner on Goodreads.
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14 comments:

  1. stevenSeptember 3, 2009 at 7:26 AM

    hi alaine, a beautiful image!!! what a view!! the words are rich and full. "ripe" as one of my readers suggested. have a lovely day. steven

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  2. LynSeptember 3, 2009 at 9:25 AM

    So much emotion to this poem..Poems litter the path...indeed. And the photo, after, or before?

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  3. Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed.September 3, 2009 at 9:28 AM

    Alaine: Thanks for sharing the lovely poem. It melds so well with the image of the empty table and the beautiful view that has no one looking at it.

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  4. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:32 AM

    Hi Steven, fun to find a 'new' poet. Ruth's written quite a few books also.

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  5. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:34 AM

    Hi Lyn, 'and all my clothes are stained with your laughter' - love that. I don't think the table's messy enough for 'after' is it!

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  6. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:38 AM

    Hi Bonnie, all alone with a sense of great loss...

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  7. Tess KincaidSeptember 3, 2009 at 11:50 AM

    That is an amazing poem. The last line is brilliant.

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  8. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 3, 2009 at 12:20 PM

    Willow, I love that line and, might I say, rather than getting lost in the comments on your post, I love what you've composed in your Theme Thursday! Brilliant as well!

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  9. DelwynSeptember 3, 2009 at 8:39 PM

    Hi Alaine

    is the new header photo your driveway in blossom?

    Happy day

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  10. SusanSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:52 PM

    Lovely view and poem! I'll have to check her out.

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  11. UnknownSeptember 4, 2009 at 12:31 AM

    Hi Alaine,

    It is a beautiful poem. Not many people would choose such a romantic description as

    "Three potatoes on the windowsill
    begin to send out roots
    from their sleeping eyes"

    for such a mundane matter!

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  12. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 4, 2009 at 7:05 AM

    Hi Delwyn, yes it is but looks entirely different 3 weeks later with new, green leaves.

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  13. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 4, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    Hello Susan, click on her name for the link; I like that Goodreads site.

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  14. alaine@éclectiqueSeptember 4, 2009 at 7:16 AM

    Hi Derrick, haha, has me thinking that maybe she's resigned to the fact that the person isn't coming back? Oh well....

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