Venetian Blinds
Half-closed Venetian blinds,
Dusk fragments on the wall,
His pale mind considers
Unbalanced lines of figures,
There's still time to reconcile.
Sheer white curtains ripple,
Sifting the day's last light,
His wife sips her sweet red wine,
Her lover lounges on the couch,
Their clothes lie scattered on the floor.
© 2008 Joyce Greene (All rights reserved)
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Now Let Me See
Joyce,
It sounds to me like the cuckolded husband is sitting in some seedy two-bit hotel room considering the possibilities of saving his broken marriage while wifey and her boy toy are drinking wine and feeling fine. Sad story, sad story indeed.
Not From a Seedy Hotel room,
Pete
Being a numbers person myself...
I was thinking more in line of a husband working late, as usual, and the happy couple (wife and lover) leisurely enjoying their fling!!! But every poem is completely open to interpretation by the reader - so yours is as good as mine.
Thanks for the read and comment, Pete.
joyce
Works For Me
Your are so right Joyce, ain't that a beautiful thing?
Pete
everyone has an opinion...
And in my opinion, that's part of the joy of reading poetry. It's not like so many novels that ram the meaning down your throat. Your imagination can run wild, especially if the wording suggests other meanings.
joyce
Inhuman Nature
This is really powerful. It's so sad that many people cannot be content with what they have and end up hurting others in the process. There is a song I know called "The Natural Beauty of Infidelity" that drips, seethes, and roars of irony. It's human nature is just an excuse for the weak. Hey, if my rambling annoys all of you let me know and I can curtail it. Keep it just to comments about the actual words you write. ;)
Justin
I love your comments, Justin...
They are the first thing I saw of your writing and I was so impressed I went on to read your poems. Thank you for the thoughtful comment.
joyce
De nada
Is the chemical aftertaste the reason people eat hotdogs, or is it just a bonus?
-Neil Gaiman
if you say so, Ta2...
Thanks for the comment. Probably above my head!
joyce
so sad
Joyce -- This one tugs at my heart strings. I thought of Harold Bloom in Ulysses. The images of light are beautiful, especially juxtaposed against the red wine the woman is drinking, and the idea of reconciling both numbers and relationships is very nice, very sophisticated. -- MS
Thanks, MS
I loved writing this. So many images came to mind. A labor of love, that's for sure. Thank you so much for your, as usual, astute comments.
joyce
Correction
It's not Harold Bloom, but Leopold Bloom! Sorry.
i love the way you write
this is so beautiful. the images are gorgoeus and realistic, considering the situation going on.
thanks, jezza...
you make me happy when you comment on my poems.
joyce
thanks, jezza
I'm glad you liked it. I felt dreamy while writing this. Not a nice thing, but the second scenario was certainly more life affirming than the first. I wonder what that means?
Thanks for reading my poem and I enjoy your poems, too. I just wish I had more time. I never know if I'm neglecting people I really like reading. I will look you up tonight!
joyce