Don’t open it.
Not yet, he says.
for the lighting
to be right,
and for my paints
to be ready.
Love doesn’t wait,
I want to shout,
for the moment to be portrait worthy.
It stealthy rampages
on its own timetable.
But I wait.
For the light to be right,
my dress to be crisp,
and my hair to be neatly bound.
I open your letter.
My soul soars at the sight of violets
gathered by your hand.
I want to whisper my promises in turn.But I must keep perfectly still.
Song Choice: Fidelity by Regina Spektor
This poem is in response to the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Jump on over to read some terrific poetry.
It was tough getting Instagram pictures in those days.ReplyDelete
LOL, she couldn't stalk her lover's Facebook either to see if he was still trueDelete
Debra, you are a riot!Delete
No selfies then! So much harder to connect!ReplyDelete
Love the poem!
No selfies, no emojis. Life was rough back then :DDelete
Oh, this is beautiful!ReplyDelete
Why thank you!Delete
The impatience of love and the days when there was actually a letter to read. Love it! Thanks for taking part in the prompt!!ReplyDelete
I remember how tough long distance relationships could be, and at least the telephone was readily available!Delete
You really get the feeling of tension in this pose, Rommy, and every word seems very true to the character--maybe because we have all been there in one way or another. I am old enough to remember love letters, and how precious they were.ReplyDelete
Love letters, long distance phone calls...especially those calls in college to boyfriends that lived far away. I remember those days too, though it was only classes I had to sit still in. If I had to sit still as an art subject I would have gone bonkers.Delete
This is such an excellent reading of the painting and very true to the premise of the prompt. I think you captured it perfectly.ReplyDelete
I love the last stanza-intimacy blooms in your words~ReplyDelete
I'm glad you enjoyed it!Delete
I'm with Ella, the last stanza is deliciously telling. The way in which she definitely knows what she wants, and how she's willing to compromise to get it (or because she does).ReplyDelete
The painting and your poem, are wonderful at portraying a sense of suspense... almost as if she is holding her breath.
The poem leaves off half way in that breath she's holding (which is what the picture said most of all to me - this feeling of holding your breath). I wanted the reader to hold it along with her, and feel the restlessness and need for control react in that breath.Delete
Ha! Super sweet. One can visualize the scene--thanks. k.ReplyDelete
Sweet. Makes one believe in romance.ReplyDelete
Thanks for visiting.
Nothing wrong with a bit of romance from time to timeDelete
Aw, can't she just jump up and down for a minute or two!!ReplyDelete
It isn't every day a girl gets flowers, please let her respond.
(Personally, I think this was either meaness or a tease by the artist, he lets her look but won't let her move. Awk!)
It does feel like a bit of meanness doesn't it? I'd think it'd be hard enough to keep still under normal circumstances.Delete
I love the way you bring out the pieces of the portrait and then add the emotive closing. Beautifully written!ReplyDelete
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.Delete