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by TeresaSBottaro 

Posted: 10 February 2007
Word Count: 158

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In my home, I see you there
A cottage on the edge of the city
Neighbouring the English countryside
Between the moors and my own divide
I hold you there
On my knee and belief
You make me feel pretty and ugly
You make me feel spiteful and lovely

In my bones, I see you there
A cold place but imbedded deep
Part of life and breath and sleep
Part of secrets and hearts, broken and cheap
I cry for the lost
Family and dreams I seek
And in the night our dreams are weak
And time speeds swiftly to lift our feet

But in your home, I am there
Open and accepting the fall
Of love’s wicked hands of ache and calm
And living by words of commercial love songs
In our home, we are there
Slamming doors and stomping up stairs
Laughing and secretly appreciating the rise
Of passion and security and life in its prime

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mermaid at 10:33 on 13 February 2007  Report this post
Hi there Teresa,

I like the bitter sweetness of this poem, and the way that you explore the intense domestic closeness (and sometimes loneliness, perhaps?) of the long-term relationship. There is an undercurrent of sadness and disillusionment, but you balance that with the last two more positive lines - an interesting dichotomy.

I especially liked the pretty & ugly, spiteful & lovely lines.


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