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| A Dinner Table at Night, John Singer Sargent |
The Conversation
Stopped
her attention exhausted
smile worn out
the dinner too long.
Rescue
impossible
the room too warm
a distant memory invaded.
Starring
across the room
she saw his ghost
in conversation with another.
Hopelessly
she wished for escape
from yet another conversation
with yet another man.
J. Binford-Bell
August 2012
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I feel her pain. Well penned..or typed I suppose.
ReplyDeleteoh yes- we've all been there.
ReplyDeletewow...nice felt piece...all the old familiar places....seeing them there...nice evocative write...
ReplyDeleteWell captured. Things don't change whether its the 19th, 20th or 21st century.
ReplyDeleteThe weight of ennui is palpable . . well written.
ReplyDeleteyes I think I saw that boredom in her face...great! thankyou.
ReplyDeletewell written!..
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Ah, the vicious circle of the blind date! Or the twilight zone of the recurring ghostlike DejaVu. I wish the first conversation, the one with her dream man, had continued so she never had to get on this merry-go-round. Clear capture of the stages in feeling trapped.
ReplyDelete'Rescue Impossible' - what a great title...
ReplyDeleteTangled ghosts...tinged in sadness...
ReplyDeletePoignant and well-written.
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Poor darling. Perhaps a well applied steak-knife would add a brief excitement to the evening...?
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I see her pain, as well as feel it through your words...I say run off with the artist who paints this sad couple at heart! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteSo many men, so little time .....
ReplyDeleteOh, for sure!
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