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Post by TMD on Dec 26, 2017 4:41:06 GMT -5
It made me think of a fave poem by Irving Layton.
Berry Picking
Silently my wife walks on the still wet furze Now darkgreen the leaves are full of metaphors Now lit up is each tiny lamp of blueberry. The white nails of rain have dropped and the sun is free.
And whether she bends or straightens to each bush To find the children's laughter among the leaves Her quiet hands seem to make the quiet summer hush– Berries or children, patient she is with these.
I only vex and perplex her; madness, rage Are endearing perhaps put down upon the page; Even silence daylong and sullen can then Enamor as restraint or classic discipline.
So I envy the berries she puts in her mouth, The red and succulent juice that stains her lips; I shall never taste that good to her, nor will they Displease her with a thousand barbarous jests.
How they lie easily for her hand to take, Part of the unoffending world that is hers; Here beyond complexity she stands and stares And leans her marvelous head as if for answers.
No more the easy soul my childish craft deceives Nor the simpler one for whom yes is always yes; No, now her voice comes to me from a far way off Though her lips are redder than the raspberries
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Post by darktippedrose on Dec 26, 2017 15:22:06 GMT -5
I see a guy playfully or sexually (kinkily) pulling her back. Letting her think she's bossing her around lol. Maybe thats the kinky side of me, lol.
another part of me just sees another picture where the young couple with thin privilage are happy happy, drinking green tea and frollicking in places I'll never visit.
Gloomy I know.
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