Bloom

roses rucked in rows
to weather the weather. 
through the dreary pane
farther off, together
comes a father & a bride
thru airs and morning rain —
no hymn down the aisle 
no maids for her train.

now crow caws the cause
consign these hours to daze
neither alms nor pleas 
just days 'n days 'n days... 

our thrones o’er thrown 
we parse two by two
the tolled and the tolling
the far and the few. 

listening for cymbals 
listening to lyres 
sirens still ringing 
our houses a-fire.

and at night there’s wine and weed 
we read and reel and reak and wrack and feel and deal
and our oft pillowed heads roll round and round
round and round until 

blameless morning blooms
bright and stark 
still together, still apart
we drift becalmed aboard this ark.

Image: Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung polaroids from the set of Wong Kar Wai’s film ‘In the Mood for Love’ set in Hong Kong of the 1960s. (unknown source). For me the film, though elegant was of the same oppressive monotony that lock-down has brought to many.

Lucy is hosting over at Dverse today and asks us to write something ‘darker’ and a ballad to boot.

And for your listening pleasure what else but Yumeji’s theme from In the Mood for Love?

25 thoughts on “Bloom

  1. I can definitely see the themes of isolation and lockdown, Peter. As well, I can see the imagery of being stranded and lost, and then losing hope. Truly, it is a solemn piece to read. This piece especially utilizes clever alliteration and word-play. Very fun to read aloud, as well. Amazing piece!

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  2. You have done a wonderful work here. So many great images woven into the poem.
    We awake… together, yet still apart!! The story of our live and some of our relationships as well!
    Dwight

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  3. I like the wordplay in your poem. The film clip makes it look like an art film. The music is good. The place you leave the couple at the end is not a place you want to get to, but I guess it’s better than totally apart.

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  4. Wow, there is the true darkness of real life in this: full of suffocating monotony. I love the phrase ‘farther off, together’ and how you revisited this idea in the final stanza. I’m a stickler for killer final lines, and you’ve given us one with ‘we drift becalmed aboard this ark.’ Excellent piece.

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  5. You start this with the jerky, clipped rhythm of a train or an old film projector, the story unfolding in its predictable mediocrity and then the penultimate stanza, sluggish, languid, of reality, picking up at the end as the train rattles away, the film rattle to the credits.
    Really good use of rhythm, and I love the rose imagery!

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  6. This was beautiful riding Peter I especially liked the elongated verse where you took us into the party and do the action the frivolity little bit of the craziness was a good read kept me in detail all the way through well done bravo

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  7. There’s so much pathos here of tow lives thrown together by circumstance, increasingly drifting apart, and finally claustraphobically drifting along, just surviving. I love the juxtaposition of images like random photographs. So well done!

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  8. A wonderful bleak look at life and lockdown, Peter. Unlike viewpoints that might shrink us, yours is expansive, and, I think, appropriate, because our mental state forms the lens through which we see the past, as we wait for *something* to happen.

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