It used to be slow-- fluid, soothing like chamomile tea, an ineffable chant. Needed introspection, liquid inversion. I was secure deep in your womb. It used to be that way when I crawled into your bed.
Thank you all. I was away attending an open house for a childhood friend's children.
Pleased to read your observations. Yes to the ache, past tense and the nature of the relationship. For me, the speaker is referencing a shift in the relationship. It's open to the reader to consider if the shift is temporary or final. What is gratifying is to know that readers' looked for the nuances and were drawn in enough to wonder about the backstory.
I have such a hard time with poetry so please accept my most sincere admiration. Strong images ... gentle mood ... sense of longing (or belonging lost?) Enjoyed!
Barb, I've been reading and writing poetry for a long time and I struggle at times to express how a poem affects me. I am very glad you took the time to comment. Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteI love teapots and that image is gorgeous
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor in this poem, this is absolutely stunning
Thank you both. Nice to have company this early morning.
ReplyDeleteso tender and full of longing.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! Love the imagery of comfort and nurturing love.
ReplyDeleteThe "used to be" suggests the loss of such comfort. Makes me wonder about the story behind the poem.
ReplyDeletetouching...you really evoke the peace and then take it away a bit with the past tense...leaving us to wonder just what changed...
ReplyDeleteI too would like to know the backstory. This poem leaves me with questions!
ReplyDeleteChamomile...love that word. Sometimes those little things that bring comfort can trigger the biggest of memories can't they? Felt.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you pull the reader in and then you take a sharp turn and give us the punchline at the end, really effective.
ReplyDeleteI have never thought of tea as a metaphor for sex...of course I could be completely mistaken LOL
ReplyDeleteLovely metaphor here. Loved the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you all. I was away attending an open house for a childhood friend's children.
ReplyDeletePleased to read your observations. Yes to the ache, past tense and the nature of the relationship. For me, the speaker is referencing a shift in the relationship. It's open to the reader to consider if the shift is temporary or final. What is gratifying is to know that readers' looked for the nuances and were drawn in enough to wonder about the backstory.
I love the close up of the tea pot. Your poem, does fill me with sadness, the pain of how it "used to be".
ReplyDeleteI have such a hard time with poetry so please accept my most sincere admiration. Strong images ... gentle mood ... sense of longing (or belonging lost?) Enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful photograph and moving metaphor in your written piece...
ReplyDeleteBarb, I've been reading and writing poetry for a long time and I struggle at times to express how a poem affects me. I am very glad you took the time to comment. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSusie, I am new to your blog and impressed, ah a little intimidated. You write well. I'm flattered. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteObviously sipping tea here creates a memory of something slow, exceedingly enjoyable and warm. Lots of questions unanswered! Nicely La Tonya!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteSad it is when love loses its fluidity warmth and comfort.
Anna :o]
Great use of metaphor, LaTonya.
ReplyDeleteI love the photo.
Pamela