She outbid me at an auction that morning.
A bergère; cane seat – rosewood rockers,
with pretty finials and a hand-carved back.
Too big for her car, we used mine, and
in her tiny, basement flat, I helped her
paint it, a paler shade of purple. Yet,
the problem was, it squeaked. I said
I’d oil it – one of these days.
And tonight, on an evening, softer
than a moth’s kiss on a Tuscan rose...
the rain, thrumming a largo beat
on a weeping window-pane, I smell
her hair, taste her skin, and all because
of a lavender chair – once sang its own
sweet elegy to the passing of time –
mocks me with its silence.

Comments
fatboy74 | August 4, 2011 - 19:12
Love this Tina and the last section is just wonderful. :-)
Highhat | August 4, 2011 - 20:18
beautiful
" a moth's kiss on a Tuscan rose..."
how do you do it?
sorry the chair is silent now-so sad
;)Pia
MistakenMagic | August 4, 2011 - 20:36
Really strong opening line, and just packed with beautiful images. Well done on the cherry, dear Tina!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 07:45
Many thanks, fb;-)
Hope things are well you and that you have a peaceful weekend.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 07:47
Hi there, Pia. Thanks for sending some sunshine my way with your words;-) I may well ask you, 'How do you do it?'
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 07:48
Well thank you, Magic;-) Thanks, so very much for reading, and taking time out to let me know you enjoyed. Have a great weekend.
Tina xxx
Cavalcaderl | August 5, 2011 - 08:50
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! Tina, congrats; on the cherry!
Wonderful poem of words and beauty.
Exquisitely written. I like same as Highhat
stanzas says.
Gt day poured from 10am to 3pm came out from Theatre Royal play 5pm
shun-shine, may shine for you.
"Robert Daws" in from!The Royal finished t.v shame
watched a bit. Play was great hilarious, about modern gadgets and lots things,holidays hotels etc;
airports phones conversations directions of families wrong, brilliant, telephones ans machines, rushing around. take 24 characters think. Met all back stage signing,so add to my Cavalcader programme,and "Don't wait up" Heid Hi! collection etc. after. Mine wouldn't come, then gets ticket had sit behind, so funny.
Broadband been off here 48 hrs back on now.Fault area cables mentioned, finding out y.
Sun is waking up, have a good week end. Very inetrseting day last sunday, amazing really, lead into poem book sent to me? talking of AbcTales.
On my own at Pavilion gardens, of beauty and peace, trying scribbles. Three of them, one saxonphonists
as cafe closing, played "Somewhere Over The Rainbow"
love it,sing it bit day centres we did. I clapped as going home asked sit and chat! one remarked on me doing dsnce on people's day, good Oh! no never know who sees you do you. and all three going drink,said going like join, so did?? omg? bought me drink lemonade? just along from the Theatre Royal chat omg. Then out in open air, hearing aid only picking up half chat! as so many there. I'd Been charity hospice shop,before bargains kangaroo litle £1 with baby, like I used make mine 15" high stuff.Could never got out. and also three ceramic shoes £1 each got three, showed them on tables three outside, one so pleased liked offered £2 and a shoe liked, so gave one of each, going send me? copy of book,as I mentioned AbcTales and on, send by post?? true! it's arrived?? but 31 stories of a bear? OMG. Not read yet! Broadbands back on now? 48 HR DELAY cables area say. Resting! Blasted buse's four abreast late for everthing day centre singing groups, let in late. Needed practice,me. n/home couple guitar next week.
Have to get two buses, that route delay is terrible.
Sun peeping through, going get breakfast.
Have a good sunny week-end. Love the Title.
But the love is in the poem of the chair.
Little bit like scribbles on note tried, sitting in pavilion gardens, on the peace and beauty and flowers
not finished yet. On my own tea and cake then. Sunday
afternoon salvation army band good.
Excuse mistakes, not up yet.
Sun is out peeing through curtains, send you some.
have a good week-end.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 09:19
Julie - you have been so busy of late, and thank you for telling me all about it. The Theatre Royal play sounded excellent, and I'm pleased you enjoyed it, plus, of course, sitting in the Pavilion gardens, and 'scribbling' away, during your tea and cake.
Thank you too, for sending me some sunshine, and for reading my poem, which I am really pleased you liked.
You, too, have a lovely weekend;-)
Tina xx
skinner_jennifer | August 5, 2011 - 10:43
Hi Tina,
this is so beautiful and I agree with Pia, I love
that line she mentioned.
The rocking chair was painted in one of my favourite
colours, paler shade of purple, it is supposed to be
a calming colour, so I think it suited the rocker,
perfectly.
Was this about your daughter, or just an imaginary
person?
Another fine read.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 10:56
I am pleased you asked that, Jenny, because I don't think I could ever write anything, since her passing, that doesn't have a tiny piece of her in there somewhere. Thank you for finding it;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | August 5, 2011 - 11:31
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina, I truly could feel,
the word's of love excellently done.
Most of your poems, of your lovely daughter
Andrea. And amazing colours and images situations you can write all about her. New this was about her of course.
I too love mauve and lavender. And clothes and rings. Lost first comment, not got glasses on.
Couldn't get a shop to do net skirt, going on holiday, or busy can't do.Take a week or longer. So remembered friend long time back made one of us in group dress, found number coming by two buses get, to-morrow. As time is getting on before Rock A Round The Clock! Show Shall I cut down last letter! Now you have read, thanks lovely comments. Broadband back on!
julie xx
barryj1 | August 5, 2011 - 14:50
This one tugs at the heartstrings, but in all the right ways. It leaves the reader wondering about an enduring friendship (i.e. make no mistake - all true love is about friendship, common decency and the more inchoate sentiments)without becoming saccharine. That makes it a 'perfect' poem. Enough said.
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 18:09
As always, wise words, barry, and it is a knack you have of being able to delve far deeper into what you read and somehow, touch that raw nerve that is at the heart.
Many, many thanks.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 18:26
Bless you, barry;-) Have a peaceful weekend. Tina
shoe | August 5, 2011 - 18:34
I have to agree with Barry here, no one could teach this, it's more than a collection of words, nuff said.
barryj1 | August 5, 2011 - 20:52
If you hadn't written such a pitch-perfect poem, I couldn't say the things you read above. I've studied literature at several different universities but can assure you that THEY can't teach you how to write a poem this good in a cloistered academic setting.
These sort of feelings come only from life experienced at a deeper level. There is nothing coy or stagey here. It's just damn good writing. Wise words? No, no, no. A wise poem.
EpheLuwe | August 5, 2011 - 21:06
This... is beautiful :)
Silver Spun Sand | August 5, 2011 - 21:08
EpheLuwe...thank you;-)
Tina