Monday, September 29, 2008

The Dare

As the late September bonfire
died low
she told me
this was not her first time,
but I let my breath linger
on grounds not foreign
in the way that memory
is like a road map
even if years
have softened the edges
and browned the seems

and it was so...

The dare
hung in the air
so soft
that the sun's rays
could push it
to the ends of the earth

She told me
it would be OK
that though my intentions
were less than honorable
they were welcome
always
with her

and it was so...

It was not my first time
it only felt that way
as we lay living and dying
there together in the
unseasonable heat
of an autumn night

the fire dying low
but the glow,
that's forever.


~

27 comments:

Crushed said...

Sometimes it can be like that and it's beautiful.

It's not losing your virginity, but in a sense it is.

Not the first time you do the deed, but the first time you make love...

karma lennon said...

Very sweet. :)

Princess Pointful said...

I like the way Crushed has summarized it. There is still something magical about it feeling that way. I love the road map image, too.

Also wanted to let you know that if you hop back over my way, there is a link to that guest post I spoke of last week, as well as something on my group blog. Just in case you want a little more Princess on your Monday!

Charles Gramlich said...

Captures a perfect moment.

X. Dell said...

You don't have her phone number, do you?

Just kidding. My dares wouldn't be nearly as welcome, I'm afraid.

Lana Gramlich said...

Very nice. :)

eric1313 said...

Crushed

On very rare occasions it is. Perfection, even in a moment, is so rare... But it's a memeory that will last forever.

Funny, first times are often so awkward. It takes a long time to appreciate the finest things in life.


Karma Lennon

It can be! =D


Princess

The road map image is very much like the flag image... just kinda pulled it out of nowhere.

And I will hop on by, you know it.

See you then!

eric1313 said...

Charles

And you know how hard it can be to do that. Sometimes, too, perfect moments are not revealed for what they are until so much later.


X Dell

There you are!

I do! I'll keep that match book forever...

Man, I should have had the match book in the poem! d'oh! where's my mind?


Lana

Thanks! It was, i just wasn't sure about this one!

S.L. Corsua said...

What I've observed here is how carefully the words are chosen; there is a tenderness in the intent to convey details and sentiments about the memory. ;) That in itself manifests the writer's restraint, which, as regards poetry in particular, is an admirable trait.

Glad to be back here. I've missed making my rounds of poetry blogs. Cheers.

eric1313 said...

Am I glad to see you again!

Missed your words much, and was glad to catch up again.

Hopefully there will be much more catching up!


Take care!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Hello Eric, You handle this poem with such tenderness as the hand of the writer is so. Beautiful!

*laughing* I have an Hawaiian g/f
who really got a kick of the name of the fish. Yes, I had to get Pink Floyd in it somehow; love their music. Grazie, Eric!
Buona giornata!

i beati said...

absolutely !!!!

Miladysa said...

You caught the mood well :-D

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Makes me think somehow, of Gordon Lightfoot's "The Tirst Time", but somehow consecrated this time.

Princess Pointful said...
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Princess Pointful said...

The evidence is long gone. It can be our little secret! ;)
(and you just dropped by as I hit publish)

she said...

oh! very good.. wonderful to read your poetry again..

music to my eyes love, ~s.

captain corky said...

The last days of September are among the most beautiful days of the year.

morton said...

"and it was so..."

I really, really enjoyed this piece.

I'm new here, but I think I'll stay awhile...

Todd Camplin said...

I always know I can read a good poem or two when I drop by here.

benjibopper said...

it's well rounded out, this one, like a really perfect ceramic bowl.

love, and the act of it, is best with experience. experience shows you what you don't want, and thus, what you do want.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Hello Eric, Hope you're having a wonderful weekend!
Thank you for your sweet comment on "The Longest Date". I hope you enjoy "Sharing Popcorn with God"
which has NOTHING to do with religion. :)) Petra

Crashdummie said...

"the fire dying low
but the glow
will live forever"


Aint that the truth. Lovely poem eric, as always.

Cheers mate.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Very fluid and memorable poem. Has me thinking of all those bonfires where I tried to make a connection:

the fire dying low
but the glow
living forever

kj said...

this is beautiful, eric.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

This was sweet, unsugared romance. Bravo!

singleton said...

"She told me
it would be OK
that though my intentions
were less than honorable
they were welcome
always
with her

and it was so..."

Eric, honestly, you just know how to tell
the
story...