Sun 1 Jun, 2003 12:45 am
This happened as I came home, about an hour ago.
I parked the car and was walking inside.
THE QUIET ROAD
Today I watched two lovers quietly fight
using sign language, and just mouthing the words.
"But I love you!" he breathed, pained and desperately,
"How could you?" as she silently flung his arms in the air.
Grabbing and holding, pushing away and walking.
Stroking and caressing, turning and stomping.
Their love was so visible and plain to the world,
as they staggered through the falling of the sky.
The evening was just turned dark, a bit cold,
streets empty but for the shadows of the moon gone awry.
But they were at the crossroads, literally on the crosswalk
in front of my house, stopped, standing, struggling to find the signs,
yearning for love yet straddling the lines drawn
down the middle of the road.
Blind in the dark, the driver of the car didn't see
them shouting at each other,
and they never read what he screamed.
But the headlights, like two braille dots,
punctuated their sentence completely.
Their hands covered their eyes.
Love causes many accidents, wrapped in the narrow view
of those who fight and argue. I try to breath.
I yelled to them "Hey, get out of the road!" but it was too late,
and pretty stupid, and I was too slow.
They had already walked off across the street, shattered and alone.
I don't know how people choose to find love in the world,
or how they keep their troubles still.
But the whispers that scream and the hearts that fling,
I know, I have seen. It does grow if one watches for love
and travels down that road.
Going inside and up the stairs I opened the kitchen window
and looked out to the sky, the cold shadows, and the street.
Far down the block the man crossed the road,
found his car and held, held open the door
as she paused, touched him, and got inside.
Today I watched two lovers quietly fight,
and I learned to have trust in the world.
Those are the facts anyways, you know, just what happened.
Do you believe in love?
Code, that last line is THE killer. "...I learned to have faith in the world."
The entire poem/reenactment really depicts so many vignettes in our lives, but understanding that anger/fear is one of a needed cameo in our small and secret place, does give pause for a simple faith.
Wow! I've got goosebumps everywhere!
Thank you for sharing it!
CodeBorg - wonderful writing and very thought provoking. I also thank you for sharing it!
Codeborg, that was stunning !!!
Very nice work, you have a knack for making facts poetic.
Thanks all, for such nice comments and observations. :-)
(I don't usually share my poems with anyone).
Damn, man. You see very well with that one eye.
The subject was ripe with interest and a lot of neat choices.
Some of the simple word choices you made grabbed me...."how they keep their troubles still" juxtaposed with the couple's reliance on hands and arms to communicate.
How we (speaking people) are so loud in our arguments-- and the way you evoke their quiet passion.
It was a wonderful piece of writing.
I know you said you do not usually share your writing-
I wish you would. This touches my heart so much, and I long to have
This story is wonderful. I cannot 'critique' it... I find nothing to
CodeBorg, thank you for sharing something of real beauty.
Please consider posting more of your work.
Touching and beautiful, CodeBorg. Truly beautiful.
It's all been said above - wonderful poetry, beautiful thoughts.
Very, very nice! I'm impressed.
Re: THE QUIET ROAD (Do you believe in Love?)
I wanted to see more of your writing, and found this. Beautiful work, Codeborg. You get to the essence. yearning for love yet straddling the lines drawn down the middle of the road lives within so many hearts.
Love is blind. Love is deaf. Sometimes. Often.
Don't we all have great handicaps when we go
down that road, having never been so far?
I hope your road finds you. Just read the signs.
I remember watching the deaf couple
crossing the street in front of my house,
arguing with waving arms, big, big sign language soundlessly yelling,
until the car suddenly raced around the corner at them.
I remember that they narrowly survived, all that flailing,
but then just touched each other so tenderly
before getting into their own car, to go along their way.
Crossing the street, but together.