Time to Settle
grooveamatic
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Lighting my Newport on the dimming sidewalk
in front of the lavender funeral home,
I notice the cat in the window
of the castle-like home
across the street;
I am always noticing cats at such times—
oblivious, licking, contemptuous cats
with no regard for suffering,
human or otherwise.
I momentarily imagine the warm hearth glow
of a family room beyond the cat,
the shadows of perhaps Meet the Press
and the smell of apples and old paint.
It must be time to settle now,
although I do not like you nearly enough,
but the children you’ll grudgingly give me
shall make a fine life’s work,
give meaning to all this lavender bullshit.
in front of the lavender funeral home,
I notice the cat in the window
of the castle-like home
across the street;
I am always noticing cats at such times—
oblivious, licking, contemptuous cats
with no regard for suffering,
human or otherwise.
I momentarily imagine the warm hearth glow
of a family room beyond the cat,
the shadows of perhaps Meet the Press
and the smell of apples and old paint.
It must be time to settle now,
although I do not like you nearly enough,
but the children you’ll grudgingly give me
shall make a fine life’s work,
give meaning to all this lavender bullshit.
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(Put up some more.)
hmm...
as always, good to read. i like your poetry a lot.
R
Thanks so much...and don't worry, it was a fleeting thought/emotion, I'm not really settling. I'd put more up, but they come quite slowly to me nowadays.
Yes, the actual house in my actual experience was not lavender (it was sky blue), but lavender feels somehow more sneaky, deceptive. I like your "watered down violence". Indeed. To me, it's Death that fools you into thinking it's Life (like the early days of autumn).
PS, nice to see the official PastaNazi name back in action!
ssssso.... this piece reflects an actual "fleeting" thought? hehe... Having assumed that, and been wrong, with other writers, I am always reluctant to assume ~ which propels me to becoming some sort of Dear Abby charicature, a position I simultaneously love and despise, because I know, deep down, that every experience everyone has is fuel for growth if seen as such. And, relationships are the very very best way one can know oneself.
Having left someone significant, and having allowed others to then become significant, I found myself in my own head, in my own skin, still faced with my own assumptions about how things have to be. I lacked commitment, and commitment is everything. Remembering that truth is the only freedom, I have become a much less fearful, human, being.
Writing about the down times used to set those escapist notions in stone, and I am wary of that now.
PeaceLoveandUnderstanding
(sorry for rambling)
R
I'm afraid, after having read this very carefully multiple times, I have no idea what you're talking about.
i meant that i was gonna come on here and say, "groovy! dump that bitch"... and i decided not to because commitment is important, even when things are shitty ~ and shoot, ain't none of my bizniss anyway, even though i do care about you cuz you write such nice poems and because you're from pennsy and because you've been so kind to me here on the pj message pit
Oh. Well, I'm glad I asked what you were talking about! Allow me to just assure you that, the thought/feeling at the heart of the poem was SO fleeting, that it happened when I'm not even in a relationship! There's not even a bitch to dump! You're right, commitment is important, but above all it's important to commit to the right things. For instance, Hitler was committed, no?
Thanks for your concern, however!