I am dedicating this poem to a good friend, Marie De Stefanis.
Backlight
I watched you stride tie
to tie, then crunch the gravel
as your mourning dress
wrapped your slenderness
in the sunset shimmering
in the yellow sky.
The tracks, going west,
were weedy and rusty brown,
the trains stopped long since.
I would have held you.
I wished to -knew I could not-
even from inside
I knew this too deep
to duck, my usual way
most times, most places.
What twisted me up
as you strode toward sunset,
you were still backlit
and I saw your shade
take your lead from you, reaching
its own way forward.
July 12, 2015 6:55 PM
Beautiful Christopher. Thank you, I'm honored.
ReplyDeleteIndeed... You are welcome, my friend.
DeleteWow - love this. There is a real sadness, a forlorn feeling that the picture exudes and that your words capture. A pleasure.
ReplyDeleteEerie and fascinating - especially the shade taking the lead.
ReplyDeleteMy question is, if the light source is in front, what is illuminating her back??
ReplyDeleteVery different approach to the take. Kidos
ReplyDeleteAnd then she was gone. Nice one.
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Good verse my friend
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful, so lyrical it might be set to music ~~~
ReplyDeleteNice write, good imagery. :-)
ReplyDeleteMarvelously perceptive, beautifully written.
ReplyDelete*blush*
Deletebeautiful and sweet words!
ReplyDeleteLove these sections:
ReplyDelete"as your mourning dress
wrapped your slenderness
in the sunset shimmering
in the yellow sky"
"you were still backlit
and I saw your shade
take your lead from you, reaching
its own way forward"
The yearnings and the impossibilities beautifully spoken.
ReplyDeleteEvocative and deliciously bittersweet...
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