Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Opportunity


Opportunity




The lullaby
I sing you
always puts me to sleep.

When I pour
out the wine,
I drink from your glass.

My painting
of you
becomes a self-portrait

and when I cook
you your dinner,
it's my favorite dish.

"Thank you my love
for all this you give me---
You're welcome," I say,
under my breath.



~April 2015







Poem 21 for April

I will not be linking much for the remainder of the month, but am grateful to everyone who reads, and will do my best to return the favor.














Image: Self-portrait with Model, 1903, by Louis Corinth
Public domain via wikiart.org



20 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem. It speaks to me of the give and take that happens when you are a couple!

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  2. Really an interesting observation. Don't we always color our 'help' with how it helps us, and serve our own desires before really listening and serving others?

    As to the rest of April, I'm going to be on a redeye Wed night and working 18 hour days thru Sunday, so have no idea if or how I'll finish the month. We'll see... ~

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    1. Thanks so much for the encouragement and support you've given this month, M. I truly value it--I also am going to be super-pressed for time this last week of the month--I am going to try to write, but like you, who knows what else I can eke out--good luck on the work-a-thon.

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  3. Gosh, what a sad little ditty. You have an appreciative reader in me, and thanks for your visits too. See you around!

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    1. Thanks Mark--your support means a lot to me. I am so behind, and I like to read your material when my mind is still awake and functional(a rather narrow window, these days ;_) ) But I will be by and catch up on all I've missed without fail.

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    2. You don't ever have to feel anxious or even obliged about visiting. This should be fun, not a chore. Happy gardening & poeming.

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    3. In your blog's case, fun--or at least stimulation and enjoyment--are never an obligation--but some work deserves more attention paid to it, and also, rewards it. Thanks though for permission to slack off if needed. ;_)

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  4. Hey Joy--this is such an interesting poem. What I find most intriguing in a way are the quotation marks--in that the poem does seem to reflect a kind of tilted symbiosis up till that point, for me, a kind of relationship like the artist with the model--the painting of the model that ends up as the portrait of the artist--and all the gifts that keep on giving as it were--but the quotations--only one set--seem as if the two halves are perhaps a single person--or maybe the thank you and you're welcome are still the one person who is giver and receiver--any way--I like it a lot. I hate to admit that I sometimes am this kind of giver--full spirited but certainly receiving as much as I give--and yet isn't that what giving is also about-- (though here the underbreath implies a little gift, so I'm not sure that it's donor's good cheer at issue--especially given the sipped wine and the favorite dish!) Anyway, super clever, arch, and very human. Thanks! k.

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    1. Yes--the end quotation is all by one speaker, thanking him/herself as it were. Hard to get that across--I had no quotes at all, then partial, finally went that route so glad it at least suggested itself as an option. Thanks as always for reading with insight, k.

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    2. Yes, one glides over it and at first I wasn't sure, but I knew there was intention there; and when I looked at it, though it was clear. (Though I probably focus more on punctuation than most--that said, the ambiguity is kind of intriguing too..) You could also consider italics, I guess, but I think the quotes probably work better or at least are probably clearer.

      The nice thing of it being one speaker is that it creates an even bigger ambiguity--is there another party there at all? Or is it just the two halves of a lone self? Or really is it just a narcissist of the highest (i.e. artistic) order!! k.

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    3. Or is it someone offering and offering without being noticed, and finally just realizing s/he should accept s/he is just doing it for his/herself? Ambiguity is good! Or in my case, maybe just unavoidable. ;_)

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    4. Ah yes--that is a very good point, and a different slant. I have to say that that implies self-abnegation, that didn't strike me so strongly here--though it is certainly also there; especially in the favorite dish and the lullaby--and I can see that pouring the wine could be a way of drinking it. I have to say though that I often drink from my husband's wine glass so maybe that is why this didn't occur to me so strongly! k.

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  5. This is beautiful, Joy. Love is giving. I hear you re the visiting, it gets hectic.......no worries.

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  6. This has such perfect flow and measure and balance. I certainly appreciate the way you've described the relational possibilities in your conversation above with Karin, but for me, the craft, the presentation and form are superb as well. Many others might try to tell this story and not come close to you in succeeding. So dense with meaning, yet so simple. And then, for me, a beautiful ending.

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  7. This can be both a blessing of empowerment, or the cruelest of dances. If the speaker loves to be alone, then this is perfect: she gives herself exactly what she likes and she's is always received with gratitude and love... On the other hand, if this is a relationship between two, then... how painful. A relationship of two where only one is active at the loving is a monster that kills one... often, two.

    The last couple of lines are killers. You've been doing that a lot lately... you, killer lady, you!

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  8. You don't mention it, but this is the perfect love poem Kenia challenges at Toads today ... there can only be one perfect love song, the sonnet of rapture when we see ourselves reflected in a lover's loving eye ... the shout of union the apotheosis of one's self with one's perfect other, the true reflection of one's self. Narcissus, surf's up. Grand stuff Hedge, sorry the life yanks at the threads of the work, I've been so busy I've been too neglectful where it so counts. Finely proportioned, a sip of wine, a candle flame and a kiss of the mirror to say nighty night.

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    1. True, and true again--and kenia's prompt is delightful, but i am prompted out. No need to feel neglectful. Life happens. Bridges burn, stars fall, species become extinct and continents divide. Hope life cuts some of the tightest and most circulation-impeding threads for you some day, B.

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  9. My painting
    of you
    becomes a self-portrait

    That is just perfect!

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  10. I can't decide if it's a matter of giving what we want to receive, here, or that she has become more or less absorbed into the Other, and no longer has her own individuality. I'm going with the latter, because of that ending.

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  11. Another (secret) smile... and a resounding "yes."

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg