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Prologue to Delight From the Castle Cometh
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Book: Castle View Modern blind date of sorts, not picked out by best of friends, but algorithms and gut feelings. She met him in a dark room on a midweek afternoon, lit up by his presence and the whiskey bottles that lined the walls, the sunlight challenged by him, it strained through the stained glass decor. He grabbed her and led her down a path of deep poetic conversations into the night. His turn of phrase would be her turn of phrase as his thoughts and observations created cadence in her mind and a desire to capture the feelings escaping between them. Her children hated him. His children resented her and stymied the romance that thrilled her for a year until one night tired of competing in a competition-less competition for his attention, she asserted herself and lost. Her children glad to no longer fake kindness to their mother’s lover, his children happy to ignore his full attention now, unkindness their best qualities.
They made an attempt again, having enjoyed heated discussions and the passion of passionate talk. They failed again from a fundamental outlook on life, politics. The sex, and words, pulled from voracious readings, not strong enough to keep them together. So she gathered her poetry notebooks and turned to other things, life, happiness, and put it all aside, till now, put back in that space from reminiscing, she pull the words and lover's rhyme to her cortexial door.
And, Here is that tale.
These poems tell a tale
Written in Chronological order
Like the outline of the book
I wish to write.
They tell the tale of an affair.
He stole her soul
when he took her Heart
Each blade of feelings
He examined in bed
Lying pillows supporting
Sometime kisses
Sometime retreating
Until that fateful night
In the shed out of the rain
looking out on the night
An Arguemnt on politics
Why couldnt he see
Her liberal leaning
The answer to the world.
I hear Alyson Krause
I feel Alyson Krause
Then they tried again
His voice saying yes
from the top of a Colorado mountain
She wasnt alone when he asked
But she made sure she was when she answered
Or did she ask? And he agreed
His infectious energy
Over the wire.
Only to end again
Politics and trust
Why he couldnt trust her
Why she couldnt convert
Why they argued
When they should have been
Making Love.
