Sad Clarity
grooveamatic
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She's not the most beautiful woman ever--
Even I can see that--
Sometimes she doesn't smile very well,
Or, when she does smile, she does so
As though there were a rifle to her back.
When she watches her TV
She pretends to be a statue
Of chipped granite,
Grainy and stoic,
Making occasional faces
At my socks.
I open and close the blinds
Many times,
But the light never seems
To hit her just right,
Never highlights her features
The way I know it could,
And ought to.
But to see her from a distance--
The ungraceful flow of woman,
The manner of walking she has
Which is half-limp, half-skip,
The urgency she implies by moving slowly--
Is to trace a striking set of lines and twists
Which flash from the ground to the sky
Like lightning.
Holding the complete image in your mind,
Then may you slowly approach her,
Watching her uniqueness develop
And remain intact upon close inspection;
It is at this moment of transcendent clarity
That you will fall in love with her,
Convinced the slightest gesture of her waist
Is a crumb dropped from God.
Then I--and you now, too--
Will beg for her to be still closer,
Weep for her to touch us.
Even I can see that--
Sometimes she doesn't smile very well,
Or, when she does smile, she does so
As though there were a rifle to her back.
When she watches her TV
She pretends to be a statue
Of chipped granite,
Grainy and stoic,
Making occasional faces
At my socks.
I open and close the blinds
Many times,
But the light never seems
To hit her just right,
Never highlights her features
The way I know it could,
And ought to.
But to see her from a distance--
The ungraceful flow of woman,
The manner of walking she has
Which is half-limp, half-skip,
The urgency she implies by moving slowly--
Is to trace a striking set of lines and twists
Which flash from the ground to the sky
Like lightning.
Holding the complete image in your mind,
Then may you slowly approach her,
Watching her uniqueness develop
And remain intact upon close inspection;
It is at this moment of transcendent clarity
That you will fall in love with her,
Convinced the slightest gesture of her waist
Is a crumb dropped from God.
Then I--and you now, too--
Will beg for her to be still closer,
Weep for her to touch us.
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Thanks! It's great to hear that...
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
that lightning bit took me awhile, and I still don't have it quite nailed...but thanks for the kind words!