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georginasand) wrote2010-07-05 12:58 pm
georginasand) wrote2010-07-05 12:58 pm
To Adam, From a Would-Be Eve
So to start out on a completely juvenile note, I wrote a love poem. I said I wasn't going to, ever, but Big Tent Poetry asked for a conversation poem. They even went so far as to ask "Is there a question you are burning to ask someone? Is there a person (living or dead) you would love to have a conversation with?" And when you put it like that.
I am not named Eve (I am not named Georgie) but the nonspeaking (and for now oblivious) audience member is in fact named Adam. There are a lot of Paradise Lost jokes in our circle.
The full lines are iambic pentameter, mimicking the conversational Lyrical Ballads of Longfellow and Coleridge. But because I don't know a single real person who could get out an entire conversation (particularly of this nature) in iambic pentameter, there are short lines too. The parenthesis are to play around with subtext. I figure even in a fantasy-truth-telling there are still things I wouldn't say out loud.
To Adam, From a Would-Be Eve
Just let me talk to you, please. I don't need
your answer. All I need of you are your
ears (your arms, your lips, your heart), just your ears.
We will change, for sure. For better? For worse?
How? I have no answers (but hope in yours),
just my words.
I ask for nothing (I hope for something!),
but that you listen, and you hear me say;
that you are loved.
By me.
(shit)
I don't make a habit of saying that,
(though felt it for sure-maybe differently)
for fear of losing my poise, my dignity
I've let other boys break my heart
without even a suspicion I looked their way.
But my words
were never theirs. Please take my honesty
(if not my love) and keep my friendship. Know
that you are loved.
By me.
You can read other great responses at Big Tent's Come One/Come All post for last week, or find this week's new prompt at the same site.
I remain,
Georgie
I am not named Eve (I am not named Georgie) but the nonspeaking (and for now oblivious) audience member is in fact named Adam. There are a lot of Paradise Lost jokes in our circle.
The full lines are iambic pentameter, mimicking the conversational Lyrical Ballads of Longfellow and Coleridge. But because I don't know a single real person who could get out an entire conversation (particularly of this nature) in iambic pentameter, there are short lines too. The parenthesis are to play around with subtext. I figure even in a fantasy-truth-telling there are still things I wouldn't say out loud.
To Adam, From a Would-Be Eve
Just let me talk to you, please. I don't need
your answer. All I need of you are your
ears (your arms, your lips, your heart), just your ears.
We will change, for sure. For better? For worse?
How? I have no answers (but hope in yours),
just my words.
I ask for nothing (I hope for something!),
but that you listen, and you hear me say;
that you are loved.
By me.
(shit)
I don't make a habit of saying that,
(though felt it for sure-maybe differently)
for fear of losing my poise, my dignity
I've let other boys break my heart
without even a suspicion I looked their way.
But my words
were never theirs. Please take my honesty
(if not my love) and keep my friendship. Know
that you are loved.
By me.
You can read other great responses at Big Tent's Come One/Come All post for last week, or find this week's new prompt at the same site.
I remain,
Georgie
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I have to say that closing anonymous comments on your DW Journal will make it more difficult for people to leave comments and for you to participate in the BTP fun and games....