Like spilt milk
later to sour
an immediate response
to cleanse
wasn’t enough.
A whiteness that
blanked out what
we had been
like our love
lost consciousness.
Now after, the hours of it all
we face each other
in anticipation
hold a canvas cleared.
Dip your hand with me
to paint the next.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
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Nice last two lines.
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Thank you for your feedback.
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I really love how you turned it into a lovely conclusion… it felt like worth the waiting.
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I appreciate your reflection. Aren’t we all hoping the wait is worth it?
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Very thought-provoking, Ali. And an amazing image to accompany the poem.
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I hope my poems always inspire thoughtfulness in others. Thank you. The photo is from the Oregon Coast.
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This is well written Ali . An uncertain form of waiting. Waiting on reconciliation.
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Yes, Rob, waiting to see if love will continue and holding on to hope. Thank you for the compliment.
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hold a canvas cleared.
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Thank you my friend. I always love reading your reflection back.
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Evocative: both delightful and melancholy.
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Thank you for reading Brad. There are a lot of emotions in this one. Have a beautiful day.
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Thanks Ali!
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a blank canvas, clean slate – the pause between the moment lovers paint something together – I love the way the words trip off the tongue and the poem deserves several readings – more complex than it first appears
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Beautiful – will hang onto the “love lost consciousness” notion – like fainting when overwhelmed – ample hope in that phrase for coming-to again.
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Jazz, love can regain consciousness and love is always a possibility. It never leaves us. Sometimes we just can’t see it. Thanks for your thoughtful response.
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I love the simplicity of this, and the sustained imagery. That final stanza is so intimate, really lovely.
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Thank you for reading Sarah. Relationships are complicated and ripe for poetry.
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