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by Esther Frances 

Posted: 18 March 2006
Word Count: 116
Summary: Out of love comes pain and out of pain comes love..

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In the aftermath
of accidental love
there is a fallout
A nuclear disaster
of the worst kind
The casualties are hearts
Crisped and chipped
and disembowelled
and torn apart

And after the event
hearts that seemed
somehow untouchable
had begun to sing again
And as the volume
reached impervious heights
and dribbled vague unsounds
those hearts strummed
And sang for supper

You thawed me….
And I softened you
Just little things…
Your largish hands
On the small of my back
Like giant spades
On my slimmish spine
Your gentle kisses
Dropping in my dampened hair…

In the aftermath
There was presence
Your presence and mine
And we were dually qualified
For the purpose
At the time……….

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Account Closed at 09:20 on 19 March 2006  Report this post
Hello Esther...this seems to send mixed messages, which I think is your intention. So, it works on that level. I loved the line "your gentle kisses dropping in my dampened hair".
Just like the aftermath of "accidental love" this poem is at the same time beautiful and ugly, flowing and stilted. Thanks for sharing.

Esther Frances at 11:07 on 19 March 2006  Report this post
Thanks for your comments Andy - yes the messages are mixed because like any disaster - there is loss and grief - at the same time this inspires love and union and there is always something to learn. So better to have loved than never to have loved atall - sorry about the cliche in advance. I take it as a compliment that it is beautiful and ugly because that is exactly what it is. I guess I'll have to do something about the stilted. Thanks. Esther Frances.

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