The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 2/16/2007)

[RetroLounge]

The Unsaid

One night they both needed different things
of a similar kind; she, solace; he, to be consoled.
So after a wine-deepened dinner
when they arrived at their house separately
in the same car, each already had been failing
the other with what seemed
an unbearable delay of what felt due.
What solace meant to her was being understood
so well you'd give it to her before she asked.
To him, consolation was a network
of agreements: say what you will
as long as you acknowledge what I mean.
In the bedroom they undressed and dressed
and got into bed. The silence was what fills
a tunnel after a locomotive passes through.
Days later the one most needy finally spoke.
"What's on TV tonight?" he said this time,
and she answered, and they were okay again.
Each, forever, would remember the failure
to give solace, the failure to be consoled.
And many, many future nights
would find them turning to their respective sides
of the bed, terribly awake and twisting up
the covers, or, just as likely, moving closer
and sleeping forgetfully the night long.

Stephen Dunn

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[Chorophyll]

1. ...

Whew. The truth hurts.

[ganeshji]

2. This poem definitely captures the intensity of that situation.

The silence was what fills
a tunnel after a locomotive passes through.

Damn.

[RetroLounge]

5. That was my favorite line too...

:hi:

RL

[zingaro]

3. mmm Welcome To My Life.

when they arrived at their house separately
in the same car, each already had been failing
the other with what seemed
an unbearable delay of what felt due.

That just plain old stings.

[RetroLounge]

4. yeah. Ouch...

:hug:

RL

[xchrom]

6. not just awake

but terribly awake.

[wildhorses]

7. 'when they arrived at their house separately'

i could be wrong but, i think this could be the beginning of the end...


'and sleeping forgetfully the night long.'

sleep does have restorative powers this i will not deny


perhaps there is hope for them after all:shrug: