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| "Object to be Destroyed" by Man Ray |
Smitten
I appear
the consummate player,
never letting on
I'm counting
the seconds, minutes,
hours, since you left,
our tempo still sweet
upon my tongue.
I remain silent, as this
would render me pathetic.
by Margaret Bednar, 12-02-2012
For The Mag #146.
22 comments:
Ha! Get outta my head.
It's amazing ... loved the words in this piece !!!
Honey, you can't keep time if you DON'T count... ;-)
Ah, I love this.
Aw, to be smitten like this! Lovely words, Margaret.
Smitten.... such a nice, agnonising word.
Lovely.
You captured the beat of the beat.
Nice rhythm.
Aww... how sweet. Reminds me of first loves.
Ah yes. The beat of THAT drummer!
LOVE the December header!!
When that 'tempo' goes off beat, pathetic is usually the resulting emotion! (at least for me)
Pathetically in love...
Keep counting those beats
You did this so well, the secret yearning, the movement of time..
a very succulent tempo it must be. while silence seems like a just route, I wonder if not speaking up is more pathetic.
you really transformed this image well.
our tempo still sweet upon my tongue--
I love that line!
Oh my goodness!!! I absolutely loved this! That line is indeed a killer. I love your analogy. Thanks!
There are some things which we just got to accept, pathetic but true! Nicely Marge!
Hank
Nice writing, and rather moving...
An inventive interpretation of the prompt.
I hear the rhythm of life... :)
our tempo still sweet on my tongue...well that is a pretty hot line...smiles...actually i really like this one...just something charming to it...
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