My OperaThree Visits
Tuesday, September 2, 2008 2:56:41 PM
The Three Visits
Your first visit surprised me much,
for your hands, both elegant and cruel,
since they touched the walls, yet not my skin,
left behind these magic puffs of purple fluff.
The deep hue, resonated in my past,
and retrieved for me images of her,
that haunted me for years,
and still make me remember,
that favourite woollen sweater.
But I must congratulate my brain,
on making such creative bonds,
for even both their musical taste,
as well as names alliterate.
Your second visit was more relaxed,
in my parental home and kitchen,
me sitting on the little stair,
my all-time favourite spot,
to observe the culinary going-on.
A shadow of my mom, hospitably,
puts out on the kitchen table,
relishes for the collegual crowd,
gathered in the comfy room.
But when asked if you would stay,
you mentioned most intriguingly,
you have to leave, and meet,
a Finnish carpenter at your place,
who promised to quote you on a job.
I escorted you down the stairs,
and let you out the door,
surprised to find, our house,
turned towards the nearby park.
But here my brain, I cannot get,
the wooden bonds you try to glue,
and your geographical taste,
Nordic as it seems it was,
in this case, does not alliterate with me.
Surely, my brain, the easier option,
would have been to talk of Irish poets,
and their unrequited loves, for then,
then initials would match up again.
For the third visit, I met you,
outside the T-bahn station,
but we walked the other way,
as if to mirror, that golden day,
we spent side by side in vain.
Your hand, this time gently on my arm,
suddenly, pushes me in a dark,
gloomy leather chair, surgical spots
a torture to my eyes.
And here, I thank you, brain
for under this cold duress,
you woke me up again,
albeit with a scream,
and sitting up in bed!
SV - Oslo, September 2008
Your first visit surprised me much,
for your hands, both elegant and cruel,
since they touched the walls, yet not my skin,
left behind these magic puffs of purple fluff.
The deep hue, resonated in my past,
and retrieved for me images of her,
that haunted me for years,
and still make me remember,
that favourite woollen sweater.
But I must congratulate my brain,
on making such creative bonds,
for even both their musical taste,
as well as names alliterate.
Your second visit was more relaxed,
in my parental home and kitchen,
me sitting on the little stair,
my all-time favourite spot,
to observe the culinary going-on.
A shadow of my mom, hospitably,
puts out on the kitchen table,
relishes for the collegual crowd,
gathered in the comfy room.
But when asked if you would stay,
you mentioned most intriguingly,
you have to leave, and meet,
a Finnish carpenter at your place,
who promised to quote you on a job.
I escorted you down the stairs,
and let you out the door,
surprised to find, our house,
turned towards the nearby park.
But here my brain, I cannot get,
the wooden bonds you try to glue,
and your geographical taste,
Nordic as it seems it was,
in this case, does not alliterate with me.
Surely, my brain, the easier option,
would have been to talk of Irish poets,
and their unrequited loves, for then,
then initials would match up again.
For the third visit, I met you,
outside the T-bahn station,
but we walked the other way,
as if to mirror, that golden day,
we spent side by side in vain.
Your hand, this time gently on my arm,
suddenly, pushes me in a dark,
gloomy leather chair, surgical spots
a torture to my eyes.
And here, I thank you, brain
for under this cold duress,
you woke me up again,
albeit with a scream,
and sitting up in bed!
SV - Oslo, September 2008
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Riene # Thursday, September 4, 2008 4:16:06 AM
Skippyskippy-39 # Saturday, September 6, 2008 3:08:45 PM
Skippyskippy-39 # Saturday, September 6, 2008 3:08:53 PM
Jenlatebloom # Sunday, September 14, 2008 5:51:34 PM
good take on the way dreams blend one place and time into another like that...
But I might be mad at the lady, especially if she's being a jerk. Want me to yell at her?
StevenStevenV # Friday, September 19, 2008 2:08:31 PM
No, late, no need to yell - the lady got her chance, and wasn't interested. That's her prerogative, of course, and she doesn't realize what she threw away
solidcopper # Saturday, September 20, 2008 9:22:51 AM
StevenStevenV # Saturday, September 20, 2008 10:27:41 AM
And nice espresso and capucino
The meeting venue and hotel were spectacular
solidcopper # Saturday, September 20, 2008 10:39:54 AM
StevenStevenV # Saturday, September 20, 2008 11:44:36 AM
It's just that I have been burning the midnight oil the last few weeks on getting together a number of grant applications against some deadlines
solidcopper # Saturday, September 20, 2008 12:02:53 PM
I know about those things. I had the experience before. Hired to prepare for someone else, for CIDA funding.
kerrykerrykait # Sunday, September 21, 2008 2:17:56 PM