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Not-yet-thirty


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Despite an open window, a fire escape,
and a peopled city on a summer night,
the city would pause, as if in silence,
as if it held its collective breath,
while we screamed in the exploration
of our not-yet-thirty bodies.

Some jazz staccato, impious and unholy,
would ultimately breach the shadowed quiet,
but not until we climaxed; but not until we
had spent the fluid currency of
our love's most ill-fated commerce and
of our not-yet-thirty bodies.

Never enough alcohol for you
and never enough of you for me,
more than the Potomac separated us,
more than the full or empty journals
we guessed would be ours: patience was no part
of our not-yet-thirty bodies.

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"patience was no part

of our not-yet-thirty bodies."

To me, the essence of life and your poem. Even at my age I still have this problem, but the pace has slowed. Not yet thirty: Good god.

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Yes, Paco, a NEW poem.....BUT.....about someone I knew 21 years ago. That's fifty: good grief! :)

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Yes. Relativity. Your events of age 30 or 50 are in my rear mirror. It seems to me that we are different people at every new age. Can't imagine the ogre I am to become. Unstoppable, but worthy of reflection. Stop making my head hurt.

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Hi Marti, I love the efficiency of this piece. No veiled agenda, no wordy explanation, it's all there in 3 capsules. The setting, the passion and the poignant inevitable truth. ive got to take time to get back to this site more often. Such a treat to read good poetry.

 

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~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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I love this poem, and I love Tinker's remarks. The third verse is heartbreaking, the way the intense passion must by now be reduced to regret for letting it slip away. I don't think I could get beyond the bitterness that I would feel.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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I love this poem, and I love Tinker's remarks. The third verse is heartbreaking, the way the intense passion must by now be reduced to regret for letting it slip away. I don't think I could get beyond the bitterness that I would feel.

 

Tony

 

3 years of depression, and 20 years of resentment. BTW, thanks for reading and commenting. Long time; hope you are well.

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