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Our most prized-May 1995 adjusted on January 2013


distances...

distances…

This poem was inspired by the disadvantages of distances separating us from…

Our most prized
——————–

The need, the warmth
Living so far apart
Precious time wasted
Each preoccupied

With their lives
Working day in
Day out, slipping
Into the bed of

A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…
———

Stealing eventually
Into a few suitcases
Memories and laughter
Till it bursts so we

Will not go missing…
Wait, count the months,
Days… To cozen distance (1)
Bargain again

And pack a rod
Of love from
Our most prized…

————

(1)
coz•en
v. coz•ened, coz•en•ing, coz•ens
v.tr.
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.
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[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

About oawritingspoemspaintings

A lover of poetry, abstract and realistic painting, music, good writing, languages, Italy, photography, holistic therapies, natural lifestyle and fully living the moment.

4 responses »

  1. ‘…slipping
    Into the bed of

    A satisfying day
    Yet nostalgia
    Seeping…’

    This is a really beautiful phrase, and puts its finger so expertly on ‘missing’. Clever work!

    Reply

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